I wrote this due to a real life experience. I was very mad about what had happened...and trust me...you would have been mad too. No...I didn't try to kill myself...I just exaggerated my feelings about the whole thing to make it seem like all the lies that were told were killing me. So here it is...in Harry Potter form. Basically Harry's mad that everyone lies behind his back.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER..HOWEVER MUCH I WISH! THIS POEM AND TITLE AND PLOT ARE MINE..NOTHING ELSE!
And one last thing. You can look at this as corny...or fairly serious...whatever you want.
Murder
Why you ever did it?
Well I just don't know.
But you're puttin on a show
for everyone to know.
You stabbed me in the back
and you took another wack
and you left me there to die
and I never knew why.
You told them every lie
as I was left there to die
and you never stopped to think
it was you down the sink.
You stabbed me in the back
and you took another wack
and you left me there to die
and I never knew why.
You ran down the road
carryin a heavy load
of the truth and the lies
that swarmed you like flies.
You stabbed me in the back
and you took another wack
and you left me there to die
and I never knew why.
You spread them all around
till dieseases hit the ground
and they began to spread
and kill all the dread.
You stabbed me in the back
and you took another wack
and you left me there to die
and I never knew why.
You thought it was cool
with all the dread in the pool
but with all the lies,
happiness dies.
You stabbed me in the back
and you took another wack
and you left me there to die
and I never knew why.
You saw the people gone,
the sun no longer shone,
all your friends were dead,
congratulations you get...NOTHING.
You stabbed me in the back
and you took another wack
and you left me there to die
and I never knew why.
So now the story goes back to me
the one who's dying in the street now, see?
The one who took in all the lies
the one who forgot them without any sighs.
The one who tried to be there
the one who tried to help
is the one who's dying
now isn't that heartfelt?
You stabbed me in the back
and you took another wack
and you left me there to die
and I never knew why.
You can't go back and throw it all in space
what you said then, now can't be erased
it doesn't work like movies,
where it goes without a trace.
You stabbed me in the back
and you took another wack
and you left me there to die
and I never knew why.
I wont take the blame
I wont go down with shame
I wont forgive more sins
cause now no one wins.
You stabbed me in the back
and you took another wack
and you left me there to die
and now I know why.
Murder.