In the dinning room
Carefully protected by glass doors
Sits mothers china
To fragile to hold
To pretty to use
Untouchable.
I'm your own little world
Hidden by lies and laughter
You pass life away
And like mothers china
You are to far to be reached
But accidents happen
And china will break
And you my friend
You too shall be broken
And join our world once again
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