Wolf
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.