porcelain mask

(Verse 1) You paint your pain in pastels, Sigh for the cameras, cry for the echoes, Sellin’ heartbreak like it’s perfume, Fake fragility in rose-tinted gloom. Tears in a bottle, spilled for the stream, Cashing in scars like it’s part of the dream, Your chaos curated, too clean to be raw, Even your breakdowns follow the law. (Chorus) You’re a porcelain mask in a dim-lit frame, Soft-spoken lies wear a velvet name, Whisper like thunder when no one's around, Pretty little storm that never touched the ground. (Verse 2) Your silence is louder when someone might hear, An echo chamber wrapped up in fear, Pages torn just enough to look real, But every confession's part of the deal. You break like glass, but only on cue, Every crack staged for the right debut, An anthem of ashes with no real flame, Yet somehow the crowd still chants your name. (Bridge) Not every wound deserves a song, Not every ghost belongs that long, Some wear their hurt like a heavy crown, You just try it on when the lights go down. (Chorus) You’re a porcelain mask in a dim-lit frame, Soft-spoken lies wear a velvet name, Whisper like thunder when no one's around, Pretty little storm that never touched the ground. (Outro) So spin your sorrow, sell your truth, But those who lived it see right through, Not all who bleed need to be seen, But you made pain a marketing scheme.