𝓅𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒

I’ve walked through storms with a steady grin, Cracks in my skin where the light seeps in. They called me fragile, they called me weak, But they don’t know the fire underneath. Every word they threw was a sharpened stone, I built a castle out of broken bones. Even in silence, I learned to fight, Glued myself back together in the dead of night. Every fracture tells a story, Every scar is proof I tried. I’ve got a porcelain spine, It bends, it breaks, but it still aligns. Delicate bones, but a furious mind, I’m breakable, but I still survive. Porcelain spine… and it holds the line. I’ve been dropped and I’ve been repaired, Held together by hands that cared. I’ve been shattered, but I still stand tall, There’s beauty in the fault lines after all. They painted me fragile, but I’ve outgrown it. The cage they built from sticks and stones. I am the fire in a fragile frame, And strength is born from carrying pain. Every fall became a memory, Every bruise became a sign. I’ve got a porcelain spine, It bends, it breaks, but it still aligns. Delicate bones, but a furious mind, I’m breakable, but I still survive. Porcelain spine… and it holds the line. [whispered/intimate, raw to soaring] Fragile isn’t a weakness, It’s the courage to remain. Porcelain can shatter, But it can also be remade. I’ve been burned, I’ve been broken, But I rose through the flame. Even shards can be golden, Even cracks can be reclaimed. [powerful, layered vocals] I’ve got a porcelain spine, It bends, it breaks, but it still aligns. Delicate bones, but a furious mind, I’m breakable, but I still survive. Porcelain spine… And it shines, and it shines. (It shines... It shines... it shines...) [stripped back, piano/echo) Porcelain… spine… Still alive.