Twilight: Yeah so not mine T_T
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She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace, oh
Keeping up appearances was absolutely necessary when it came to my parents. They were very strict about that. I knew it wasn't their fault that they did this to me, it was my fault really, they were only trying to help.
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
I caught the looks I got when I fiddled with the sleeve of my dress, I could see that people were worried, I wasn't normally this quiet and it looked like people were starting to get curious.
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
It wasn't necessarily going to be okay, I was sure the beatings would stop soon but then something much worse would happen. Maybe it was all for the best, I needed the help. At least that was what I told myself, to justify their actions.
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbours hear but they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it will be too late
I was right but rather than a public display they chose to take me in the middle of the night, I didn't fight them but my sister screamed enough for both of us as she watched me dragged off. I wanted to say something, anything, to comfort her but I just couldn't.
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
I was going to spend the rest of my life holed up here, in this dank dark place. Id' never see the sun again but I still had hope, something to hold onto. I might not be leaving here alive but I was going to leave here, eventually.
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
I saw myself, ninety years from now, ever just the same staring down at the worn rock that was my grave, it already existed apparently by the date of death. I didn't know much but I was so sure that it wasn't nineteen fifteen anymore, that grave was out of date. I stopped trying to tell myself that this was all because they loved me, they'd already disowned me.
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
I rested my back against the cold wall just staring at the door, watching and waiting, it wouldn't be long now. I looked into the face of my would-be rescuer and smiled a half-smile, he wasn't going to let me be killed, not in the normal sense of the world at least. He was going to make me safe.