I USED TO THINK ALONE
FIND MY OWN WAY TO HAPPINESS
I ALWAYS BEEN MY OWN BACKBONE
RATHER BE MORE THAN THE LESS

I ALWAYS BEEN THE LONEWOLF
LEADING MY OWN PACK
THERE'S NOTHING I COULDN'T SOLVE
TRY TO FIGURE OUT THE PATH I'VE MAKE

LEAVE ME ALONE
I'D RATHER BE BY MYSELF
THEN I'LL GET SOMETHING DONE
DON'T NEED NOBODY ELSE
BUT BE MY GUEST

Your Tears
Always Hanged
Next To Mine
By The Dark Moon
Always
A Needle
Pains Me Inside
Your Skull
Always Filled With
Tears
Mixed With Fears
That Always
Bled Blaring
Red
That Always
The Undead
Feed Upon
Your Screams
Fill My Life
With Terror
And Always
Filled With
Abandonment
Of Sorrows
Of The Night
©Lonewolf
~Paris Styron~