Cries a Girl

[Verse I] I was raised on a dirt road, ghost town Stray dogs, whole nine, the gold mine closed down I knew the woods like the back of my hand And I would shoot the breeze with the roots of trees Go down by the river and watch the way the devil dances But never took his hand even though I did have several chances Everybody slipped when the morning dew turned to frost Darkness moved in, somebody burned the cross A girl named Stella Kewan was prettier than you'd imagine The town should've given her the crown for the beauty pageant But instead some local pinheads started spreading rumours About the Kewan's being in-breds, and what's worse People believed it cause the family was dirt poor Down on their luck so that made it hurt more Pickin' up garbage and mowin' the grass At this point Stella stopped going to class You know how they ridiculed the kid in school and this shit's Enough to make anybody feel like a misfit She made herself invisible and hid inside a house of mirrors Whenever the fear stops so did the tear drops But fear is forever and lies become legend Growing eventually, slowing exponentially She should have been a cover girl treated like a princess But she's an enigma haunted by the stigma of incest [Hook] She tried to hide the scars, her name reminds me of the stars I saw diamonds divide, corners of her eyes She tried to hide the scars, her name reminds me of the stars I saw diamonds divide, corners of her eyes [Verse II] One horse town known for the most softness Little old school house, burned down post office Blueberries and bullrushes, a tree with a tire swing Volunteer firemen's fare the whole entire thing Stella was heartbroken, decided to start smokin' Bad taste in her mouth, she drew to a sad face Her few friends were worried and her parents were always proud of her But she never escaped from under the cloud cover A woman reduced, she was eaten by a monster And after all these years, her past still haunts her And whispers her name when she's trying instead To just listen to music while she's lying in bed Now the story of Stella is one that every child knows But the witch in the woods is more like a wild rose [Hook]