Miss Misunderstood // Hänsel & Gretel

I am miss misunderstood I am,
I didn’t mean to hurt my little man,
I made my daughter cry,
Left them with no goodbye.
You see, they were better off without their momma,
they were better off without their monster,
they were better off without me.
The bakery had no bread, the butcher’s meat seemed suspect.
No one at the supermarket could tell me if the food arrived yet.
I couldn’t forget the sound of their empty stomachs,
yelling screaming: ‘Mom is dinner ready yet?’
I wanted to forget. Get it out of my head.
I had to leave this town.
Thinking about what I did had got me loosing my mind.

text: françois vaiana // music: john hollenbeck