Amelia
She walks past his door each dayHoping for another game to play
Another heart break coming her way
little miss perfection has a price to pay
Amelia, Amelia
Don't you see, don't you see?
That you were made for more, than empty promises
and broken feelings, broken feelings
So listen to me, you're more than he is
more than he is
Porcelain princess with a porcelain heart
In this play shes got the tragic part
Oh where did she go? Where did this start?
Perhaps losing yourself has truly become an art
CHORUS
Don't you see, you're dying...
Can't you please stop crying...
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