What a wicked game you played, to make me feel this way  

What a wicked thing to do, 

to let me dream of you 



Don't tell me about what you meant to do 

if there were intentions,  we both know they weren't good 


Don't tell me how it good it was, or could have been

trying to rewrite a history we both want to forget 


I don't need you to remind me about how it felt;

the way you remember it 


I have my own version, on continuous loop





Title and italics from Chris Isaak  -Wicked game 

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