A Tale About the Wolf

March was a time away But my thoughts of you remain You had me in the palm of your hand In a way I'm thankful we had to end You took advantage of the love I gave you For me it was unconditional I did anything I could to keep you For you it was parishional You're a wolf in sheep's clothing You break hearts that you get for free You use them and leave them No intention to keep them No intention to keep them I can still remember those blue eyes The kind that cut like serrated steel My fingers in your dark hair Oh, I miss the way that it feels Hold me at midnight Make me promises that you'd never keep You're a wolf in sheep's clothing You break hearts that you get for free You use them and leave them No intention to keep them No intention to keep them