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by Sylvia Jun 10, 2007 category : Life, society / about society
They treat me Like a porcelain doll Beautiful face Delicate spirit I can't do anything Just sit and wait For a chance to flee I feel like a decoration Like a porcelain doll They decide where And when I'll stay Like a porcelain doll Beautiful eyes That hide tears That won't show What I feel Showing a smile Made of porcelain And lies Belonging to a doll A porcelain doll Through my life I've smiled Like a porcelain doll