Song of the Good Wife

Sarah knows
 Knows the words that hurt you
 But avoids them even when they should be heard
 Sarah knows
 That you are dull and spineless
 Yet she stays by you for reasons now absurd
 Sarah knows
 Good at being mother
 To the helpless heap of nonsense you've become
 Sarah's good
 For you but not herself
 She's crushed and worn beneath your soft and flaccid thumb
 Sarah smiles
 Behind her lips her gritted teeth
 Are clenched to stop the truth she longs to scream
 Sarah dies
 The little deaths that eat away the soul
 Till she's exactly what she seems
 Sarah feels
 That her insides have been flushed out
 To be replaced with aromatic oils
 Sarah feels
 Wrapped up in gauze and sealed inside
 A mask of stone from which the world recoils
 Sarah smiles
 Behind her lips her gritted teeth
 Are clenched to stop the truth she longs to scream
 Sarah dies
 The little deaths that eat away the soul
 Till she's exactly what she seems
 And you are not aware that Sarah's dying right before your very eyes
 Sarah knows
 Knows how much she pleases you
 And makes believe that that is all she needs
 Sarah knows
 The razor's edge of sacrifice
 From which her youth and beauty slowly bleed
 Sarah smiles
 Behind her lips her gritted teeth
 Are clenched to stop the truth she longs to scream
 Sarah dies
 The little deaths that eat away the soul
 Till she's exactly what she seems
 And you are not aware that Sarah's dying right before your very eyes
 And you are not aware that Sarah's dying right before your very eyes