Boy for the Wolves

Verse 1

Red hair burning in the dying light

Campus stone, cold afternoon

They watch me like a painted crime

Something pretty they shouldn’t touch

I learned early how to smile slow

How to breathe when the room gets tight

There’s a list of things I shouldn’t do

But I was never taught how to fight

Pre-Chorus

Gold chains don’t look like chains

When they’re wrapped in silk and wine

He never has to say my name

I come when he decides

Chorus

I’m a boy for the wolves in tailored coats

With quiet teeth and velvet throats

They don’t chase — they wait

They own the dark, they set the date

I’m a boy for the wolves, I learned the rules

How to bleed without the wounds

Say yes before it’s asked

Survive the night, forget the past

Verse 2

Black car humming like a prayer

Windows tinted, no reflection

He says I have obligations

I call them lessons in perfection

He buys me suits, he buys my time

Calls it grace, calls it care

Every gift is just a line

Pulled tighter when I dare to stare

Pre-Chorus

He doesn’t raise his voice

Doesn’t need to touch

Silence is the choice

That breaks you just enough

Chorus

I’m a boy for the wolves in marble halls

Where mercy’s just another wall

They smile sharp, they smile thin

They already know how this ends

I’m a boy for the wolves, I play my part

Pretty mind, obedient heart

I wear the gold, I keep the score

Still don’t know what I’m living for

Bridge

But there’s a crack in all this quiet

A look that doesn’t look away

Someone who still calls it violence

When the world says, “This is okay”

Maybe I’m not as owned as he thinks

Maybe control is just belief

If I choose — even once — to sink

I might finally surface, breathe

Final Chorus

I was a boy for the wolves, I know the cost

How many parts of me got lost

But wolves forget one simple truth

Even prey can choose

I’m still standing in the smoke

With fire hair and silver bones

If I walk — just one step free

The cage breaks silently

Outro

Red hair fading in the night

Stone grows warm where I stand

I was never just his design

I was a fault line in his plan