Lone wolf I be
Lone wolf that's me
Lone wolf I'll die
No one will cry
I've stalked the earth
since my birth
But you don't see
through me
To you I am 'nothing'
I know you are bluffing
What do you see
when you see me?
A loner
A no one
But here's some knowledge you don't own:
not all loners like to be alone.
Lone wolf I be
Lone wolf that's me
Lone wolf I'll die
No one will cry
You have seen
what you want to view
I have slipped between
the cracks for you.
I guess that's fine...
own soul though, hun.
Here again the knowledge you do not yet own:
Not all loners like to be alone.
Some cry at night.
Some put up a fierce fight.
Some prowl around,
some practically live underground.
But lone wolf I still be
Lone wolf, that's me
Lone wolf I will someday die
I doubt anyone will cry
Even though you now may own
the knowledge that Not all loners like to be alone.
My grave will be alone
just lying there, a stone.
Soon covered in vines
the fingers of time.
You may pass by
but you don't care;
you won't cry.
Alone I'll be there
waiting
praying
Alone I'll stay.
As you stay away.
Lone wolf I be
Lone wolf, that's me
Lone wolf I will die
I highly doubt anyone will cry
Even while the knowledge you own,
that Not all loners like to be alone.
So why am I still?
I must wait for another,
until?
Until what?
So for now:
Until then,
my lone wolf prowls
at night I howl
by day I growl
they'll never know how foul
my feelings are.
Tears apart my heart.
Part by part.
It has from the start.
But lone wolf I still be.
Lone wolf, yes that's me.
Lone wolf I'll someday die.
But no one will cry.
Not for me.
Never will that, I see.
My last request,
please carve
from the heart
into my gravestone,
that:
Not all loners like to be alone
Lone wolf I be
Lone wolf that's me
Lone wolf I will die
Maybe now one will cry
