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Its hard to see the pain behind the mask.
bearing the burden of a 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 the place where she's loved.
CONCRETE ANGEL
bearing the burden of a 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 the place where she's loved.
CONCRETE ANGEL