Buck 65 - Cries a Girl lyrics

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

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

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