I feel like an infant
Crying my heart out
As they scream
What a vixen!
And after all these years
I should have dried out all my tears
And I would make Lupa shudder
She'd tell me I'd make a difficult mother
And I can't run with the wolves
Because I'm too stubborn for my own good
And I feel like a fable
Begging for scraps off an emperor's table
And Nyx might let me in
But I'd be a fool to...