Ive always been misguided
The sheep cloaked in pitch black wool
But disguised as gray
And accepted thus into the fold
Where I feast on innocent lamb
Sharing my cloak with those who wish it
And bothering not with those who dont
I dont care if you mind
Or if you have any opinion of me
Call me a big bad wolf
Think me a sinless saint
None of it makes any difference to me
But if youre stupid enough to believe me a saint
Its not my fault
Im just the wolf















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