Текст песни Easy pickings - Milles Day

I used to think I was special, a treasure you had finally found
Now I see the trail of crumbs you left all over town
Each broken heart a stepping stone, leading right up to my door
Guess I should have read the signs, the ones you'd shown before

Just like that story of the little pigs so frail
You were the big bad wolf, hunting prey that would fail
Each little puff you blew their way, a twisted kind of thrill
Easy pickings were your pastime, leaving everyone so still
You'd huff and puff and blow them down, just to watch them fall

Maybe it was my innocence, maybe I was just naive
Didn't see the hunger in your eyes, the games you loved to weave
You built me up so carefully, just to enjoy the fall
Guess my vulnerability made me the easiest one of all

Just like that story of the little pigs so frail
You were the big bad wolf, hunting prey that would fail
Each little puff you blew their way, a twisted kind of thrill
Easy pickings were your pastime, leaving everyone so still
You'd huff and puff and blow them down, just to watch them fall

Was there ever any real feeling? Or just the thrill of the chase?
Another notch upon your belt, another nameless face?
The answer's in the wreckage, scattered all around
Just the sound of shattered pieces on the cold, hard ground

Easy pickings
That's what I was to you
Just another house of straw
You blew right through