Why am I an outcast?
What have I done?
Do I deserve this?
The curse I have won.
It’s not my fault I’m different,
It’s not my choice you see,
I don’t want to be a werewolf,
You should try being me.
If you took my place,
For just one night,
You’d feel my pain,
You’d know your spite,
For when you’re lying on the floor,
You’ll find no helping hand,
You’ll have to pick yourself back up,
And wander through the land.
So when you’re safe at home in bed,
And I am running wild,
Spare a thought for the werewolf,
Who is truly sweet and mild.