Is it wicked not to care when they say that youre mistaken Thinking hopes and lots of dreams that arent there? Is it wicked not to care when youve wasted many hours Talking endlessly to anyone thats 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 Its not fun to watch the rust grow For it will all be over when youre 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 Im dead If there was a sequel would you love me like an equal? Would you love me till Im dead And if there was a sequel Would you love me as an equal? Would you love me till Im dead Or is there someone else instead?