No one mourns the wicked.
I'm familiar with the phrase.
This time it will be different.
This time it will be changed.
I will change the past.
Make my future brighter.
Regina had everything last time,
but no longer.
I will soon be the better sister.
Can't you see,
beneath the envy.
Can you not see what I am?
I may be wicked,
I don't deny it.
But am I really all that bad?
I want my happy ending,
no matter the cost.
What is so different,
between loathing and love?
Envy. I turned green with it.
She has everything I deserved.
I don't like it.
I loathe her.
If I change the past,
I will be queen.
The good will not be wasted.
I will have everything.
And they will mourn me.
Someone will mourn the wicked,
because I will deceive them.
The wicked will be happy.
And good will lose.
Mourn your heart,
mourn your soul,
but mourn me above all.
Even as I'm happy,
mourn what could have been.
Mourn the fact that I almost,
didn't have what I should have had.
Mourn the wicked.
This is my command.
Stop your silly goodness.
I am above you all.
