Wicked While

She fell in love with a wise man,
Maybe she thought he could guide them through life.
She felt so lucky to find him,
And to become his first and only wife.
She carried two of his children,
With confidence that they'd fill them with joy,
She said it nothing but thrilled them,
To discover that it would be one girl, one boy.

But it was only a wicked, wicked while,
And it was merely a measly, measly mile,
Until the demons started screaming:
“You're in Hell now, stop your dreaming...
the worst part is that you deserve to be here!”
You deserve to be here!

She felt a terrible person,
Thought surely there's not much worse than what she's done,
She'd take your bubbles and burst them,
Caress and cuddle, then curse you to the ground.

It's only ever a wicked, wicked while,
And always merely a measly, measly mile,
Until the demons start their screaming:
“You're in Hell now, stop your dreaming...
the worst part is that you deserve to be here!”
You deserve to be here!

“Who am I?” she shouted: “Who am I and, why oh why oh why oh why am I this way? Don't deny me of the way I'm feeling! Someone find me, answer me, I'm screaming!
Who am I and why oh why oh why oh... why oh why am I this way? Why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why??” 

Why's it only ever a wicked, wicked while?
And why's it merely a measly, measly mile?
Until the demons start their screaming:
“You're in Hell now, stop your dreaming...
the worst part is that you deserve to be here!”
You deserve to be here... 
For a wicked while!