Faouzia – Porcelain Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Take your heart somewhere else
I don’t want any of it anymore
Keep it all to yourself
I don’t want any of it anymore
[Pre-Chorus]
It hurts me to say this, but it hurts me more to stay
My fingers are bleeding from picking up pieces you made of me
[Chorus]
I can’t let you in
My delicate skin is far too thin, porcelain
And your blade is sharp, you take it too far
It’s just who you are, cold cement
And you can’t resist with your iron fist
You come crashing down ’til I’m found in pieces and then
You’re filled with regret, but soon, you’ll forget
And I’m left a mess in your hands
[Post-Chorus]
Mm-hm, mm-hm, hm
Mm-hm, mm-hm, hm
[Verse 2]
I don’t want sympathy
I just want anything that’s left of me
The very least, my sanity
I’m on my knees looking through all this debris
[Pre-Chorus]
It hurts me to say this, but it hurts me more to stay
Oh, my fingers are bleeding from picking up pieces you made of me
[Chorus]
I can’t let you in
My delicate skin is far too thin, porcelain
And your blade is sharp, you take it too far
It’s just who you are, cold cement
And you can’t resist with your iron fist
You come crashing down ’til I’m found in pieces and then
You’re filled with regret, but soon, you’ll forget
And I’m left a mess in your hands
[Bridge]
Again, again, again
Again and again and again
(Again, yeah)
Again and again and again
[Chorus]
Oh, I can’t let you in
My delicate skin is far too thin, porcelain
And your blade is sharp, you take it too far
It’s just who you are, cold cement
And you can’t resist with your iron fist
You come crashing down ’til I’m found in pieces and then
You’re filled with regret, but soon, you’ll forget
And I’m left a mess in your hands
[Post-Chorus]
Mm-hm, mm-hm, hm
Mm-hm, mm-hm, hm
Mm-hm, mm-hm, hm
Mm-hm, mm-hm, hm
“Porcelain” by Faouzia
🎼 SONG DETAILS (Tabular Format)
| Attribute | Description |
|---|---|
| Title | Porcelain |
| Artist | Faouzia |
| Genre | Pop / Ballad |
| Release Date | Unreleased / Live / Promo-only (as of now) |
| Language | English |
| Themes | Emotional abuse, fragility, resilience, healing |
| Tone | Melancholic, introspective, empowering |
| Key Symbolism | Porcelain (fragility), blade (pain), iron fist (abuse) |
🧠 STEP-BY-STEP LYRIC BREAKDOWN
[Verse 1]
Take your heart somewhere else / I don’t want any of it anymore
➤ She’s rejecting someone’s affection — not because she doesn’t need love, but because their version of it is toxic.
Keep it all to yourself / I don’t want any of it anymore
➤ Repetition emphasizes that she’s closing the emotional door. She’s detached.
[Pre-Chorus]
It hurts me to say this, but it hurts me more to stay
➤ She’s in pain either way — but staying causes more damage. A classic sign of emotional entrapment.
My fingers are bleeding from picking up pieces you made of me
➤ Metaphor for her trying to heal herself from the pain someone caused. The image is raw — bleeding hands = repeated suffering.
[Chorus]
I can’t let you in / My delicate skin is far too thin, porcelain
➤ “Porcelain” symbolizes her vulnerability. She is emotionally shattered — thin-skinned and easily broken.
And your blade is sharp, you take it too far
➤ The other person is emotionally or verbally abusive — cutting deep without restraint.
It’s just who you are, cold cement
➤ They’re emotionally hardened — unchangeable and cold.
You come crashing down ’til I’m found in pieces and then
➤ Their emotional weight shatters her, again and again.
You’re filled with regret, but soon, you’ll forget / And I’m left a mess in your hands
➤ They feel guilty — but only temporarily. Meanwhile, she’s left broken.
[Post-Chorus]
Mm-hm, mm-hm, hm…
➤ Wordless emotional release — almost like exhausted weeping. Symbolic of unspeakable pain.
[Verse 2]
I don’t want sympathy / I just want anything that’s left of me
➤ She isn’t asking for pity — just space to reclaim her identity.
The very least, my sanity / I’m on my knees looking through all this debris
➤ She’s desperate — mentally and emotionally. “Debris” again points to brokenness.
[Bridge]
Again, again, again…
➤ A cry of frustration and exhaustion. The pattern of abuse and pain repeats over and over. She’s stuck in a cycle.
[Final Chorus & Post-Chorus]
➤ Repetition of the chorus underscores the message: every time, the same pain, the same regret from the other person, and the same broken result for her.
💡 THEMES & MEANING
| Theme | Description |
|---|---|
| Emotional Abuse | The metaphor of a “blade” and “iron fist” shows a pattern of psychological harm and manipulation. |
| Fragility & Strength | “Porcelain” is both beautiful and fragile. Faouzia uses this to represent how emotionally sensitive she is — but also how much she’s endured. |
| Empowerment | Despite the pain, she chooses to say no. The power lies in the rejection of more hurt. |
| Repetition & Trauma | The bridge’s repetition of “again” shows how trauma loops until broken consciously. |
❓ FAQs
Q: What does “porcelain” symbolize in the song?
A: It represents emotional fragility. Like porcelain, she’s easily shattered — but that also makes her rare, precious, and worth protecting.
Q: Is this a breakup song?
A: It’s deeper than a breakup. It’s about leaving a damaging relationship that’s left emotional scars and mental trauma.
Q: What does “blade” and “iron fist” refer to?
A: These metaphors symbolize the emotional violence inflicted by the partner — sharp, cold, and forceful.
Q: What’s the significance of “debris” and “pieces”?
A: They represent the shattered parts of her self-esteem and identity, which she’s trying to gather and heal.
📝 CONCLUSION
“Porcelain” by Faouzia is a hauntingly poetic anthem about the toll of emotional abuse and the journey toward healing. Through rich metaphors like porcelain, blade, and iron fist, Faouzia paints a vivid picture of vulnerability, trauma, and resilience.
Her voice — both literally and lyrically — gives power to pain. The repetitive structure and emotional intensity echo the cycles victims often face. But by declaring “I can’t let you in,” Faouzia asserts control over her boundaries and begins the path to reclaiming herself.
This song isn’t just a ballad of heartbreak — it’s a battle cry for emotional self-preservation.
