Wolf in Sheeps Clothing

Starting to feel old and a little bit useless…
It’s time to turn cold and a little bit ruthless…
Do as I’m told? Id rather leave you toothless…
I’ll never fold, I tread hot coals shoeless…

Lost in a fantasy, a world like no other…
So tired of bantering, I need to discover…
More than philandering, not that I bother…
No body’s answering, not even my lover…

Starting to moan again, I’ve lost the desire…
Feel like a loan-a-friend, who’s lost all his buyers…
Left on my own again, walk round a pariah…
My hearts too broke to mend, my brains too tired…

Closing my heart, making sure the paths earthed…
Knowing the roots are the way backwards…
Sorry’s an art, that I never have learnt…
Humble pie smarts? Try eating afters…

Been through it all, time and time again…
Now who’s the fool? Who’s the one with no friends..?
I’m a survivor, from my head to my toes…
winner, not trier, time that you were all shown!!!

© Matthew Miles 2012