No one mourns the Wicked
and Wicked is what I am
I leave my friends to rot
as I flee this land
There'll be no rest for the Wicked
and Wicked is what I am
Poisonous is my honour
you all knew it when I ran
Good men scorn the Wicked
and Wicked is what I am
Men would scorn me anyway
for being 'nothing but' a woman
The Wicked's lives are lonely
and Wicked is what I am
The friends I make I cast aside
cannot handle the thought of a plan
The Wicked die alone
and Wicked is what I am
And I will never reach
for someone else's hand
(04-02-2015)
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