The worst wolves are hairy on the inside.
Those big hands that felt so safe;
Those hands that felt so strong;
Those hands ripped the petals to shreds.
Those hands tore apart the spirit.
Those hands got what they wanted.
Those hands took what they wanted.
Those big, brown eyes;
Those sweet, doe eyes;
Those innocent, dark eyes.
Those eyes know nothing of innocence.
Those eyes know nothing of sweetness.
Those eyes only know how to pretend.
Those eyes get what they want.
Those eyes take what they want.
She wants it.
No.
She’ll like it.
No.
I’ll try.
No.
Maybe once more.
No.
I’ll do it anyways.
No.
You can't stop me.
Fine.
Those big, brown eyes fill with tears now;
Those sweet, doe eyes seem sincere;
But those innocent eyes took innocence;
Those eyes will never look innocent again.
The worst wolves are hairy on the inside.
