Wolves And Dead Rats Poem by Ghost Legend

I confessed what I did
It played a part in it
Said what she couldn't forgive
It played a part in it
And now I have no love
And now I'm alone
It hurts to want someone Who never loved you at all

I'm picked up and tossed like dirt back into her trash

She doesn't trust but
Her knife's still got my back
More than she ever has
More than her words or promises

I'm picked up and tossed like dirt back into her trash

She rather play with crows,
Wolves and dead rats

She thinks I don't know I'm one of a thousand
What makes love special
When everyone has it?

I'm picked up and tossed like dirt back into her trash

She rather play with crows,
Wolves and dead rats