Porcelain Face & Heart of Glass

How does any really good story start? Girl meets Boy of course. In the movies it takes all of two hours for our lovers to reach Happily Ever After; however, the real world isn't quite so cut and dry. And in the real world it usually takes a bit longer then two hours.

My name's Deidre Erin Doyle and this is my story.
This is the story of how in less then twenty-four hours Kevin Jonas managed to wedge himself to deeply into my life that I didn't even have time to decide if I actually wanted him there or not and vice versa.

This is the story of the months that followed that initial meeting. This is the story of the ups and downs of two young adults who didn't necessarily mean to fall head over heels and fought it ever step of the way. Hiding the truth from each other as they fell deeper and deeper into their own personal wonderland...and if you know the story of Wonderland, this isn't necesarily a wonderful place to be...

...Needless to say he made my life...interesting to say the least...

I'll see what you want me to see
Through rose-colored glasses
I can't see the blood in my hand
Now you're over, you're so over
All over my head
I pray to God I find my way
Back to something familiar
Please tear me from this contraband
Now it's over, it's so over
It's under my bed

The painting's worn pale
Your eyes have started fading
Were they ever even really there
Nothing to give with everything you take
The cracks in your smile make it impossible
To decipher something legible
Your porcelain face and a heart of glass

No time for dependency
We're going over at light speed
No scenery to stimulate
Something older, we grow older
But nothing ever seems to change
I pray to God you lose your way
You're something peculiar
On one leg only I'll still take a stand
I fall over, a tall order
These times I need to rearrange

The painting's worn pale
Your eyes have started fading
Were they ever even really there
Nothing to give with everything you take
The cracks in your smile make it impossible
To decipher something legible
Your porcelain face and a heart of glass

The painting's worn pale
Your eyes have started fading
Were they ever even really there
Nothing to give with everything you take
The cracks in your smile make it impossible
To decipher something legible
Your porcelain face and a heart of glass
A heart of glass
A heart of glass
- Porcelain - David Cook