5- what your eyes are made of

I felt the pain I thought I would never feel
I found the truth I thought I would never find
And now all that remain is a porcelain heart and twelve dreams.
One for each month,
One for each me.

And then it came falling down from the sky.
It was a part of my universe.
Everything is falling.
Everything is disappearing.
And all that remains are broken thoughts and a porcelain heart.

And my eyes are like pearls of glass.