Wicked Love - Naomi August

Oh these choices that we make

How they leave the mended ones to break

Yeah the chances that we take

Leave us for the left behind

And the memories they made

I hope you don’t fade

And I despise your wicked love

Oh I despise your wicked love

I turn the lights on in a darken room

Only to see what your soul consumed

I was a perfect mess

Confused and lured by you

And I, I guess I just wanted you to know

That I, I could’ve of cared for you

And I despise your wicked love

Oh I despise your wicked love