as they told us
our story begins to get old
whatever tragedies happen, babe
you'll forget them

anyways, you took the best of me
where's my inner peace supposed to be?
to use crying over
the beautiful time we've lost forever

we're wolves hardening suspocious every single minute

im not worth you
envy of beauty makes [bad word] to the goal

before i pull the trogger
(could you free my conscience?)
my lover, please answer
(can a wolf be a man?)
i hold a gun
(and you pull a knife)
it all happens tonight

you took the best of me
where's my inner peace supposed to be?
life's no fairy tale