Is It Wicked Not to Care?

But still I hesitate because of fear
Would you love me till I’m dead?
Would you love me till I’m dead

By the river where the moss grows

Wearing rags to make you pretty by design

But if there was a sequel, would you love me as an equal?
Is it wicked not to care, when you've wasted many hours
Is that all that you believe in?

Talking endlessly to anyone that’s there?
If there was a sequel would you love me like an equal?
Counting acts and clutching thoughts
Would you love me till I’m dead
Is it wicked when you smile, even though you feel like crying
I know the truth awaits me
Over rocks the water running all the time
Skipping tickets making rhymes
Even though you could be sick at any time?
And if there was a sequel would you love me as an equal?
Rusting Armour for effect, it’s not fun to watch the rust grow
For it will all be over when you’re dead