Hear Me Out

I wish I were strong
to lift up this distress
I wish I were strong
to break free from this mess

Your hands are
crushing me

I won't have you in my dreams no more
I won't have you in my words no more
I won't have you in my thoughts no more
I won't have you anymore

The good witch is crying
tears burning their trails
on her red cheeks
"It hurts"
said she

The good witch is crying
over memories of enchanted past
of kisses, dances and promises

Tears are burning trails
on her red cheeks
"Make it stop!"
So she pleads

Forget your sorrow
Forget your pain

Kill your heart
stop the cart

Forgotten will your sorrow be
Forgotten will your pain be

No more pain, no more sorrow
The good witch too
is then no more

-Oz the Great and Powerful-