Where The Lone Wolf Howls

where the lone wolf howls [Verse 1] I learned to speak in quiet like a language with no tongue, Chewing on my own name like cotton under my tongue. Every mirror’s just a witness I keep trying to discredit, I cross-examine my reflection—still end up confessing to it. There’s a bruise behind my ribs where all the almosts go to rot, Every almost-love a ghost I never buried, just forgot. I wear distance like a jacket, fits me better than your arms, Self-inflicted solitude disguised as self-defense from harm. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] I say I like the silence— but I flinch at every sound. Funny how I built a kingdom where no one’s allowed. ⸻ [Chorus] Where the lone wolf howls, I hear my name in it, Echo cuts the dark like a blade with a vein in it. Call it independence, call it survival— why does it sound like a cry for revival? I bit every hand just to prove I could bleed alone, Turned every “stay” into somewhere to leave alone. Now the night talks back, but I don’t know how to answer anything anymore… I built this hell myself. ⸻ [Verse 2] I romanticize the damage like it’s something I created, Turn my fractures into folklore just to keep them decorated. There’s a comfort in the chaos when you know it’s all you’ll get, You can’t lose what you’ve already taught yourself to not expect. I got good at being distant, call it method, call it art, Every exit premeditated, every ending at the start. I don’t trust a gentle touch—it feels like something’s wrong, Like a kindness I can’t translate, like a lyric without song. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] I say I don’t need nobody like it’s something to admire. But every wall I’m building just gets higher… and higher. ⸻ [Chorus] Where the lone wolf howls, I hear my name in it, Echo cuts the dark like a blade with a vein in it. Call it independence, call it survival— why does it sound like a cry for revival? I bit every hand just to prove I could bleed alone, Turned every “stay” into somewhere to leave alone. Now the night talks back, but I don’t know how to answer anything anymore… I built this hell myself. ⸻ [Bridge] Maybe I’m not hunted—maybe I’m hiding, Maybe the silence is just me deciding. Maybe the pack was a door I kept closing, Calling it strength while I slowly was dying. I kept my teeth sharp, kept my heart starved, Mistook being untouched for being unmarred. Now every shadow looks like a way out— but I don’t remember what trust feels like now. ⸻ [Final Chorus] Where the lone wolf howls, it sounds like grief to me, Every echo in the canyon pulling teeth from me. Call it independence, call it survival— I just made loneliness look vital. I burned every bridge just to watch it glow, Called it control when I let you go. Now the night talks back, but I don’t know how to answer anything anymore… I built this hell myself— so why can’t I leave it? ⸻ [Outro] Where the lone wolf howls, there’s no one left to hear it.