Lyrics:

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 armor 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

But 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