Broken

Her concrete coffin is now cold wall to wall All of these neon rainbows hold no glow at all That little angel is on a midnight ride She is tough on the surface, but trembling inside The boys tell her to look alive On the inside she knows she is living a lie Her face against the window pane She sheds a tear for every drop of rain Every male watches her dance and flex But all of them tempt her to have sex Although she declines they all tranquilize her like an ape Cries loud as sirens screaming she was raped Ten years past and she is fast as a dart Now you hear whispers “What happened to her Innocent Heart?”