A/N: I do not own Wicked
My sister was wicked
I was good
My sister was free
I was not
She could run
But I could not
Everyone would walk along
Except me
Stuck in a chair all day long
Watching the world around me
I was midunderstood
They judged me
Because of her
All I wanted was him
I needed him
They just didn't know
Her love loved her
unlike mine
She blamed herself for me
not my father
It killed her inside
But it killed me too
And she lived happily ever after
and I just died
So don't sympaphize just her
I'm tragically beautiful too