I been running with the wolves
I just need to disconnect
You hurt me more than you should've
Now it's gone to your head
I been running with the wolves
I just need to disconnect
You hurt me more than you should've
Now it's gone to your head
I'll just lie in bed and rot
What's the point of conversating
If I cannot talk
Yeah you broke my heart
Way before you broke the news
Tip-toeing on a tight rope that turned into a noose
Wrapped around my neck
Yeah I said some things I probably should've never said
Yeah you did some things that you said you wouldn't do
Too many serpents in the grass
I don't recognize you
Too many serpents in the grass
I don't recognize you
Too many serpents in the grass
I don't recognize you
