Why can’t I tell you how I feel?
Sometimes none of this even seems real.
You’re so kind and sweet
When I’m around you, my heart skips a beat.
But you’d never know this just by looking at me.
I don’t know how to make you see.
I ask: is it wicked of me?
Is it wicked of me to want something that might not ever be?
I wonder when I’m all alone if you could ever feel the same
And you’re always there when I don’t feel like playing life’s game
Love can be dangerous at times
And my heart just can’t handle being played with during these difficult times
All I want is you
Are you too good to be true?
Could you be my shoulder to cry on?
You’ve been there to help me carry on
Love is life’s worst wicked game
And things between us will never be the same
I know it’ll never be the same thanks to this wicked game