They call me the kid with the cardboard face.
     Pencil a smile or a frown then erase.
     Make me a monster with paper mache.
     I'm the kid with the cardboard face.

     The boy knows that he is ugly. Everyone tells him so, and after his family moved far away from the accident, he decided to hide behind a cardboard face. No one would ever have to see his ugliness again.

     None of the other kids understood why he wore the cardboard face. They'd chase him and try to take it away, but the boy with the cardboard face would fight to keep them away. His cardboard face would be battered and covered with glue at the end of every day. Each morning he came to school with a new smiling face.

     He grew up, and people learned to leave him alone. The boy with the cardboard face sat in the back of all his high school classes. No one ever knew what he was thinking with his sharpied-on expression. The boy with the cardboard face was sure they would all hate him worse if they saw underneath his cardboard face.

She went to an artist to make her look new.
To cover her scars like a shotgun tattoo.
The colors they stayed but then faded away.
The girl with the porcelain name.

The girl with the porcelain name had to be beautiful. Her mom had placed her in beauty competitions since before she could walk. The girl with the porcelain name had to be perfect in everything she did.

She looked like a spoiled brat to the other kids. The girl with the porcelain name looked so perfect that they came to hate her. They called her names and ruined her games.

She grew up all alone with her porcelain name. She learned to accept the silence as her mom moved her from place to place to follow the competitions. Still, the spark of hope would kindle with every change. The girl with the porcelain name was rejected over and over again.

     But I met a girl with a porcelain name.
     Easy to talk to but hard to explain.
     What do I do when I'm falling for you?
     The girl with the porcelain name,
     Meets a boy with a cardboard face.

    The boy with cardboard face looks up as a girl sits next to him. No one ever sits next to him. The girl with the porcelain face immediately noticed the boy when she walked in. What kind of secret is behind that face? She was hoping for another chance to explain.

    The girl with the porcelain face introduced herself first. The boy with the cardboard face couldn't believe that she wanted to talk. He still gave her his name as the first bell rang.

     They walked home together that day after school. He found himself talking more then he had in years. She could feel her hope blossoming when he stayed by her side. No one had ever failed to point out her porcelain name. The boy with the cardboard face didn't understand her worry. She should be the one running away from him.

     Their stories slowly came out. One was told he was ugly while the other was told to be beautiful. The girl with the porcelain face ran her fingers along the edge of the mask while the boy with the cardboard face ran a thumb over the small scar by the girl's ear.

     His face had a large scar running from his forehead, over his right eye, and ending below his bottom lip. The girl would never know what her face looked like before all the plastic surgery as a baby. They both believe that the other is beautiful, scars and all.

     But I met a girl with a porcelain name.
     She's easy to talk to but she's hard to explain.
     What do I do c'mon tell me it's true.
     The girl with the porcelain name,
     Loves a boy with a cardboard face.