Let Me In
Cracked Porcelain Hearts: Unveiling the Enigmatic Beauty
Lyrics
He doesn't make your knees weak.
He doesn't elicit a strong emotional response in you.
He's beautiful and bleak.
He is aesthetically pleasing but also gloomy or desolate.
He has a porcelain face that cracks when he speaks.
His appearance is delicate, but his words reveal vulnerability.
I go to start a conversation but I, get no reply
Attempts to initiate conversation result in silence.
Instead you stare like a statue as I, break down and cry
Instead of responding, you observe my emotional breakdown.
Your face is like an eagle, but your mind's like a crow.
Your facial expression is powerful, but your thoughts are less noble.
And boy, I know you have opinions, but you don't let them show.
You hold strong opinions but keep them concealed.
You're a shelf of books, without the pages.
You possess knowledge but lack the means to share it effectively.
A wealth of thoughts locked up in cages.
Your mind is full of ideas, but they are imprisoned and untapped.
Locked up, locked up, locked up...
Emphasizes the confinement or restriction of thoughts.
And if blood runs through your veins,
If you have the vitality of life, it seems underutilized.
Don't you suppose it's such a waste?
Suggests a potential waste of life if not lived to the fullest.
To be composed in such a way...
Reflects on the composition of one's character and existence.
Just let me in...
An appeal to be allowed into the emotional inner circle.
You write me letters in a pen with no ink
Your communication lacks substance or meaningful content.
And you have your own eyes but you don't dare blink.
You observe without truly engaging or expressing vulnerability.
You speak in words without a sentence,
Your speech lacks coherence or meaningful structure.
You're the ghost that haunts me without a presence.
You affect me emotionally despite your lack of physical presence.
Without a presence, without a presence...
Reiterates the impact despite the absence of a tangible presence.
And if blood runs through your veins,
Revisits the idea of life's vitality potentially going to waste.
Don't you suppose it's such a waste?
Reiterates the notion of a life potentially not fully realized.
To be composed in such a way...
Repeats the contemplation on the composition of one's being.
Just let me in...
An earnest plea for emotional access or intimacy.
Just let me in...
A repeated plea for emotional connection or understanding.
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