She Wore Sheep's Clothing

Sometimes someone isn't who they appear to be.

She Wore Sheep's Clothing

She stalks the night like a wolf on a lamb does prey

She always knows just the right words to say

The Moon knows all her secrets but refuses to tell

She does what she does and she does it oh so well

The night shadows know her by name and by sound

In the midst of tears and broken hearts she can be found

She was loved once, by me as a matter of fact

Until she found another who had what I lacked

His heart was merely a morsel for her desperate meal

She quickly moved on to another, his heart to steal

She is like a bright candle drawing a tortured soul

Like moths burning endlessly in bitter cold

Heed my warning or disregard it if you please

Remember them when you are heartbroken on your knees