Life goes on, but it is such a bother,
Bad things happen to the best of people,
Or at least that is what the stories all say.
But darling, why must I be such a good girl?
Why must I wait for payment in woe?
Do more horrid things happen to better people?
And what is the force that would cause such pain?
There are questions left unanswered,
And visions that shall remain unseen,
Adventures filled with deathly slumber,
And desires burned into sinful lament.
But darling, why must I be such a good girl?
Why must I wait for payment in woe?
Do more horrid things happen to better people?
And what is the force that would cause such pain?
They so no good deed will go unpunished,
Obviously the punishment for good deeds is torture,
Painful memories seap through my veins,
Through torturous ambitions of those who surround me.
But darling, why must I be such a good girl?
Why must I wait for payment in woe?
Do more horrid things happen to better people?
And what is the force that would cause such pain?
Oh my darling, my sweet lovely darling,
Why must I be such a good girl?
Oh my darling, my sweet lovely darling,
Why must I wait for payment in woe?
Oh my darling, my sweet lovely darling,
Do more horrid things happen to better people?
Oh my darling, my sweet lovely darling,
What is the force that would cause such pain?
And oh my darling, my sweet lovely darling,
Why is good repented with such woeful sorrows?
