Helen Sharp

I try to focus on the work

But it's hell, but it's hell

I try hard not to go berserk

That is not going well

These days it's harder than it seems

To ignore, to ignore

That she's accomplished all my dreams

Then some more, then some more, then some more, then some

I know that jealousy should not

Be allowed in my heart

Then I see a poster of her and I've got

To just tear it apart

And I try to channel all this hate

Into good, into good

But whenever I go to create

It don't flow like it should

I wanna sing about hope, about faith

About loving and persevering

I wanna sing about trust, about time

About facing the things I am fearing

I wanna sing about dreams that come true

About secreting what I am after

I wanna sing about me, about you

Have the room filled with light and laughter

And I try my best to figure it out

But all I end up singing about is

Madeline, Madeline, Madeline, Madeline

Madeline, Madeline, Madeline, Madeline

My psychotherapist is great

Well, except when she's not

She says I must eliminate

This fixation I got

My cats all tell me just to chill

I can't help that I'm tense

I swear someone would think I'm ill

If this didn't make sense

And don't get me wrong

I wanna sing about how someone else's successes

Do not affect me

I wanna sing about how my own drive

And my passion will always protect me

I wanna sing about age, about youth

About how it is overrated

I wanna sing about rage, about truth

About no longer feeling frustrated

But whenever I sit down to chat

The place that I am always at is

Madeline, Madeline, Madeline, Madeline

Madeline, Madeline, Madeline, Madeline

You know her, she's the one who gets the drink before the keg is tapped out

You know her, she's the one whose star ascended, you're the star who crapped out

The one who wins the prizes

Does yoga exercises

Whose life is everything you wanted for yourself

And you pull a tub of icing off the shelf

It is not lost on me you're all here at my show

With your support, I'll try to let my anger go

But as I look out at your faces, I can tell

You'd rather be with her, I know that look real well

Oh, so, I'm gonna sing about how you should leave

And go be with that person who's greater

I'm gonna sing about how I'll stay here

I'll perform for one eye-rolling waiter

I'm gonna sing till the anger and jealousy

Illness and horror just numbs me

And you and Madeline may think that I'm ugly

But I think that bitterness becomes me

Bitterness becomes me

Bitterness becomes me

Bitterness becomes me

Bitterness becomes me, me, me

Bitterness becomes me, me, me

(Madeline, Madeline, Madeline, Madeline, Madeline, Madeline)

Madeline, Madeline, Madeline, Madeline, Madeline, oh