Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mascara on the pillow
School shoes by the door
You’re thirteen going thirty
Arguing with the mirror on the bathroom floor
Cold coffee in your backpack
You carry what they drop
Learning all the grown-up language
Just to make the shouting stop
[Pre-Chorus]
You hide under hoodies
So no one can see
The girl who is begging
“Can someone raise me?”
[Chorus]
You grew up too fast in a house made of glass
Every crack turned you sharp
Cut your hands on your past
Now you’re holding yourself like you’re scared you’ll break apart
Porcelain grown-up
Trying to love your own heart
Porcelain grown-up
Trying to love your own heart (oh)
[Verse 2]
You laugh at all the right times
You say that you’re “okay”
You learned to read the weather
By the footsteps in the hallway
You’re scrolling through your phone screen
Like it’s a window out
Writing little notes to heaven
That you never dare send out
[Pre-Chorus]
You save everybody
Till there’s none of you
Who holds you together
When the night pulls through?
[Chorus]
You grew up too fast in a house made of glass
Every crack turned you sharp
Cut your hands on your past
Now you’re holding yourself like you’re scared you’ll break apart
Porcelain grown-up
Trying to love your own heart
Porcelain grown-up
Trying to love your own heart
[Bridge]
What if you’re allowed to cry?
What if you don’t have to try
So hard to be the strongest one in the room? (yeah)
What if every broken place
Is just making extra space
For you to plant something gentle that feels like truth?
[Chorus]
You grew up too fast in a house made of glass
But you’re soft and you’re strong
You’re the bloom through the cracks
You can hold yourself now when you start to fall apart
Porcelain grown-up
Learning to love your own heart
Porcelain grown-up
You’re gonna love your own heart (oh yeah)
Style
popintimate female pop ballad over warm piano and airy padslight pulse of drums that blooms into a biggeranthemic hook. verses stay close and conversational; chorus lifts with layered harmonies and a soaring top line. subtle guitar swells and distant vocal chops for texture; final chorus strips back then returns full for a cathartic end.
Prompt
female, pop, suffering, growing up too young, vulnerability, being alone, trying to love yourself  
Credits
Prompt by
Darci
DarciGeneratedFeb 10, 2026
ModelAria v5
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