My Porcelain Life کے بول

This letter you get it, You burn it, Forget it It's not what I meant to say You might think me a scapegrace Really a fugitive in decay I exist here on an acre of nature In the diminutive But I'll be thinking of you, I would wager My favorite hypocrite You are a master of the commerce of friendship So I put all of my feathers on I wrote you this letter, I send it And this foul weather is gone Of your last words to me I am thinking And of the depth of your eyes But you can't halt the profound shrinking Of this, my porcelain life If axed that I reject your protection Well I abhor captivity I want to live alone in my little section So very wild and watery How to preserve my own mistaken perfection? Oh you refine vulgarity I want to tenuously ask this question Out of a census for clarity You are a master of the commerce of friendship So I put all of my feathers on I wrote you this letter, I send it And this foul weather is gone Of your last words to me I am thinking And of the depth of your eyes But you can't halt the profound shrinking Of this, my porcelain life My porcelain life My porcelain life I find it very breakable My porcelain life