[VERSE 1] Your footsteps whisper through the frozen pines, controlled, trained—too quiet to be blind. I watch you fight like someone half-made, blade steady, breath shaking when you think I fade. You shouldn’t affect me. Not like this. A stranger with secrets and a stance I can’t dismiss. [PRE-CHORUS] Most who challenge me break or run, but you hold your ground, even when you should be done. There’s heat in your defiance— a pull I shouldn’t feel. But the Path has its ways of exposing what’s real. [CHORUS] On the Path we walk too close, closer than caution ever allows. Every clash, every breath, tension sharp as a vow. You’re not mine, not yet— but something in your fire tests my restraint. If you keep stepping closer, I won’t be the one who breaks. [VERSE 2] Your eyes don’t flinch when I draw near, even when my blade rests close to your fear. You challenge me softly, like you’re begging for risk, a spark in your tone that’s far too dangerous to miss. You move like a rpey but lack the scars— yet still you push me, testing borders you don’t see are ours. [PRE-CHORUS 2] If you were wise, you’d keep your distance, but wisdom never suited your kind of persistence. Your breath, your stance— too close, too bold. You tempt the Wolf in ways you don’t know. [CHORUS] On the Path we walk too close, closer than caution ever allows. Every clash, every breath, tension sharp as a vow. You’re not mine, not yet— but something in your fire tests my restraint. If you keep stepping closer, I won’t be the one who breaks. [BRIDGE] I should step back. I should turn away. But every time you defy me, I forget to obey the rules I’ve lived by— distance, cold steel, clean lines. And somehow you cross them one look at a time. [FINAL CHORUS] On the Path, heat lingers slow, burning where shadows hide the truth. You fight like you’re proving something meant for two. You’re not mine, but if you push again, the Wolf won’t stay contained. Come closer, and we’ll see which one of us breaks.
