A/N: Thanks so much to those who have reviewed! It means so much to me! Oh, a fan said to me that killing hinata is a 'big no-no' for hinata fans. I'm sorry to those of you who I made mad. Unforrtunately, the whole thing with the lyrics is that the charrie that this is about does have to die...I'm sorry! Truly! I like hinata! I think she's cool! Now, for those of you worried, let me reassure you that Gaara will NOT be in lace. I'm changing the words of the song slightly. So no worries tries to imagine him dancing in a lacy dress ...sorry. ON TO THE SONGFIC!!!

Disclaimer: I really do wish I owned Naruto. I even often delude myself with thinking I do. The sad truith is: I dont. I never have, and I never will. Too bad.

He walks to school with the lunch He packed
Nobody knows what He's holdin' back
Wearin' the same clothes He wore yesterday
He hides the pain with a passive face

Gaara is sitting on the edge of the road staring at his feet. The hot sun shines down on him, but he isn't feeling his warmth. He is gently nursing a large cut on the back of his hand, tenderly wrapping it up with a bandage. Earlier that day he had been attacked by some of the local young ninjas.Silently, he thinks about the others shunning him. A tear tries to form in his eye, but he blinks rapidly to clear it out before it can form. Once the wound is dressed, he gets up and walks back to his house.

The people wounder but they don't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes he wishes he was never born

Gaara's face is changed to a scowl. Why in the world was he the one chosen to defeat the ninetail? Why him? They didn't know if he would be a talented child. They didn't know if he would be smart or a great student. Why then chose him? Why doom him to a life of being shunned and abused? If it weren't for Yashamaru his life would be nothing but pain and hurt. To top it off, he killed his mother before he was even fully born. If it weren't for him, she would be alive today.

Through the wind and the rain
He stands hard as a stone
In a world that he can't rise above
But his dreams give him wings
And he flies to a place where he's loved
Concrete angel

Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late

That night, an assasin is sent after Gaara. Sent by his own father. His sand protects him, encasing his pursuer in the sand coffin. Overcome by curiosity, Gaara removes the stranger's mask. He is shocked and horrified to find his lifelong friend, the one person he thought loved him, staring back at him. With his last dying breath Yashamaru reveals that he has never loved him. Also, he tells him that the origin of his name is a demon who fights for himself. Then, in a final, but failed attempt, to kill Gaara, Yashamaru blows himself up.

Through the wind and the rain
He stands hard as a stone
In a world that he can't rise above
But his dreams give him wings
And he flies to a place where he's loved
Concrete angel

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel boy with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot

Gaara now chooses that the symbol for kanji on his forhead means 'a demon who only loves himself'. Most people fear him. Only one person could ever come close to beating him. Only few even consider him a team mate, an ally. He is now mostly silent, harldy talking. He was used as a tool for Orochimaru's plans, and his father has often tried to assasinate him. No one cares for Gaara, the demon.

Through the wind and the rain
He stands hard as a stone
In a world that he can't rise above
But his dreams give him wings
And he flies to a place where he's loved
Concrete angel