Oh James, you arrogant git,
You always make me throw a fit.
You great prat named Potter,
I need you in my life like water,
food and oxygen alike.
What's happening to me, for Merlin's sake!
Here I'm sitting in Charms classroom,
Thinking about you riding you broom
and windswept locks you brush to side.
I feel like going into a corner and cry.
Why is that? The answer's simple;
That Brown bitch's been kissing the dimple
you have on your right cheek.
God I wish I wasn't so weak.
I so want to tell you how I feel,
so I could have you to hug me,
stroke my hair, kiss away the sorrows,
because for me, there's no sure tomorrow.
Sometimes I think: 'What's to lose?'
when I'm writing out my blues.
But other times I think of all
the times I was nasty to a fault.
You always claimed you fancied me,
but I was understanding-free.
I think I lost my chance by now,
a chance to find my one true love.
I have long given up on you being mine.
Now all that's left is to say goodbye.