MISS HAVISHAM: (spoken)
And what wind blows you here, Pip?
PIP:
I am here for I fear
You have mislead me
You’re not my patron yet let me believe
A snare for your heir or
A useful affair for
Avenging a scorn for which you’ll always grieve
MISS HAVISHAM:
It is so, let it go
Your heart was paid for
I used coincidence, lies I disclaim
Reflecting, projecting
What were you expecting
I treat everyone like they’re pawns in my game
MISS HAVISHAM: (spoken)
Who am I that I should be kind?
PIP:
Look at me, try to see
How I have suffered
Leading me on like a man who is blind
Pretending, offending
Now my fortune's ending
But you will not suffer for you are unkind
MISS HAVISHAM:
Now you know, have it so
Life can be tragic
Kindness is never an admirable trait
It pleases, it teases
While slowly diseases
Those hardened to kindness grow stronger with hate
MISS HAVISHAM, PIP, ESTELLA:
Love by definition is something that’s sweet
But my heart’s been broken, by one man’s deceit
My love by definition has revenge as its fee And I will do, unto you, what’s been done unto me
PIP: (to Estella)
Loving you, leaving you
Both are a torture
Once I believed that she meant me for you
Admire you, require you
So many desire you
Don’t waste your love on the curse of a fool
ESTELLA: (spoken)
I have tried to warn you now, have I not?
ESTELLA:
Look at me, try to see
I’ve been created
To wreak out her vengeance inspired by a man
Debate it, berate it
But you can’t negate it
You've been the prey of a sinister plan
ALL:
Love by definition is something that’s fine
But my heart is empty by her cold design
Now love by definition is something I rig
I bend it then, I mend it,
Then I snap it like a twig
ESTELLA: (spoken)
Why not tell you the truth? I have agreed to marry Bentley Drummle.
PIP: (spoken)
Such a mean brute, such a stupid brute!
ESTELLA: (spoken)
Don't be afraid of my being a blessing to him. I shall not be that. I simply grow weary of this.
MISS HAVISHAM: (spoken)
Weary of me? What? Are you tired of me?
ESTELLA: (spoken)
Only a little tired of myself.
MISS HAVISHAM:
Listen, just listen, she’s
So cold and callous
There’s ice in her heart, she’s stock and she’s stone
I stand here before you
Adore you, but bore you
You put up with me as a dreary old crone
ESTELLA:
Look at me, really see
What you created
I am what you made me, but not what you need
I’m true to your teaching
So end your beseeching
This blossom has sprung from an unnatural seed
ALL:
Love by definition is not always sublime
We are all victims of love’s brutal crime
Now love by definition is perverted and cruel
We’re torn apart, we’re in the dark and all bloody fools
We’re torn apart, in the dark
One and all, bloody fools
