Concrete Ballerina

They all wilt before you
Have you even noticed nothing has ever gone the highway
And they all talk about you
"God, what I'd do for a piece of that self deprecating, broken, twisted wench"

Concrete ballerina, you're too good
Look, I'm not angry, I just wanna help, I just wanna know what's going on
Concrete ballerina, you're so young
How come
All I've ever done is live
All I can tell them is
I don't wanna hurt you
It's not like I really try
I was born that way
But you never really tried to change

So don't let me be on my own
And don't even bother asking why
I won't let you see on my written stone
'Cause you never bothered asking why
Why, why
Why

Listen, I'm not your mother
But it just kills you knowing she doesn't need you
Not you or anybody
They build resentment in their wheat
"She's just a freak"
And as they plot to ruin her, she's in her room, she's crying
"I don't wanna hurt you
All it takes is a look in the eye"
"But she was born that way," I say
But they close in, could never understand

So don't let me be on my own
And don't even bother asking why
I won't let you see on my written stone
'Cause you never bothered asking why
Why, why

Concrete ballerina
Concrete ballerina, you're not listening

And that was the day
That was the day I said
I said that was the day she stopped and she said go