why can't I get this right like all the other werewolf can they fight claw bite and turn I can't do any of that why why will I learn to so for now I'll sit here with my teddy bear and cry don't laugh at me will you
I feel that the bear doesn't belong to the werewolf, but his/her child. When the change came and the beast overtook him the child was caught in the crossfire. This is a moment of reflective anguish as the transformation wanes.
Look at me you will see what the moon has done to me I'm a child of the brightest of nights Come to me you'll be free of the trouble life can be Into hell I will send your lost soul I will drag you into darkness
Actually gives me inspiration to write a story that this piece ties into. (With your permission, of course!) I'll start writing it when I finish Winchester High... There Will Be Blood. I'm going to start writing the fourth installment of it, and I have no idea how long it will be.