Is it wicked not to care when they say that you're mistaken

Thinking hopes and lots of dreams that aren't there?

Is it wicked not to care when you've wasted many hours

Talking endlessly to anyone that's there?



I know the truth awaits me

But still I hesitate because of fear



Skipping tickets making rhymes

Is that all that you believe in?

Wearing rags to make you pretty by design

Rusting armour for effect

It's not fun to watch the rust grow

For it will all be over when you're dead



Counting acts and clutching thoughts

By the river where the moss grows

Over rocks the water running all the time

Is it wicked when you smile Even though you feel like crying

Even though you could be sick at any time?



But if there was a sequel

Would you love me as an equal?

Would you love me till I'm dead



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If there was a sequel Would you love me like an equal?

Would you love me till I'm dead

And if there was a sequel

Would you love me as an equal?

Would you love me till I'm dead

Or is there someone else instead?