Nobody knows what she's holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace ohhh
Bearin' the burden of the secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel
The neighbors hear but they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
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