It’s hard to be me
Looking through my eyes
As the world passes by
I stand alone and sigh
I’m not a beast looking for its prey
I don’t want to feast
Just listen to what I say
I’m Wolverine
And there’s no quarantine
To feel my lonely soul
My skeleton of metal
My claws may be sharp
But they won’t cut you, my dear
You have nothing to fear as long as I’m right here
I may be misunderstood but I’m a gentle man
So take my gentle hand
As I lead you to the promised land
— Jerk! (sobs)
— Uh. I’m sorry. Wait!
— Oh! Oh, that’s so much better. Bye.
— WHY?????