There was a time that I lived in a place not too far
didn't feel so sure in my own skin
Tangled movements and mangled fur
my voice less of a purr and more just the wind

It's not that I'm bad
so much as don't know what's good
hard not to have envy
for that little red hood

He prowled through the forest
he growled there ever near
He knew not what love was
he lived only in fear

No he knew not what love was
so quick to attack
Anything to fill the hole left
by the affection he lacked

All the warmth of a grandma
he thought he might gain
by swallowing her up
unknowing his place in her pain

All the kindness of a child
he wished for so much
certain to have once
he made her his lunch

With everyone gone
He walked on in defeat
Wearing a red hood into shadows
With no love left to eat