You don’t deserve

the attention you begged for.

You wounded my heart

in an attempt to remain there.

 

I will be victorious

I will forget you

your love was so worthless

and this song should be too

‘cause you don’t deserve this.

So call me a Saint

because this song was made

as your last pathetic wish.

 

You wanted attention

It’s comin’ your way.

A plethora of fame

and a whirlwind of hate

so pray to be forgotten

‘cause you’re about to be shaken.

 

I will expose you

like a wolf among sheep

and your manipulative stories

won’t change the lie

your sheep-skin so cheap

it doesn’t cover your eyes.

Shoulda been careful what you wished for

cause this farmer don't have mercy

on wolves no more.