Ceramic
Jake Murray
Ceramic was my face
Wooden inside but held in place
Behind a facade with no escape
Avert my eyes (I noticed you notice) from the cage
I tried so long to be stronger
Left me behind curled up on the floor
Inside I climbed up for a little longer
But a higher tide might rise than the ones before
Even though I have won I reckon I am done
Even though I have won I reckon I am done
Even though I have won I reckon I am done
Even though I have won I reckon I am done