The rose that grew from concrete
An angel fallen to the ground
Deeper, darker, more discreet
Lost and never wants to be found
Sometimes, I think back to the
Sorrowful spring that it started
When the lively girl I knew
Became our dearly departed
And I can't help but think of
That mournful man that stole her soul
And the way his glance alone
Was just enough to take control
For once, she was a flower
But now, she's been turned to dust
By the glance of a man in power
A man that she was meant to trust
At first, she hated the way that
He would always eye her body
And how he looked at her like prey
And how it made her feel so shoddy
But, by that summer, her obsession
Spanned the depths of the sea
And sometimes I get the impression
That the blame is all on me
Back then, my soul was young and
I couldn't have understood
How far she'd drift from land
And how she'd finally leave for good
She sails a sea so cold
To go be by his side
I know she once was gold
But the girl she was has died
She lets out pretty sounds
Like a siren when she's baiting
Their minds her noise surrounds
Madison's men lay in waiting
