all your fault
*..*..*..*
You grew up too fast,
and it's not your fault, not really.
But your mother still
sighs
when you don't want to play with that brandnew doll.
And your brothers are still
puzzled
when you understand things you shouldn't
And your friends still
roll their eyes
when you don't want to throw snowballs with them.
*..*..*..*
They all say:
it's not your fault, Ginny
you didn't know what you were doing, Ginny
He made you, Ginny
But what their really saying is:
it's your fault, Ginny
how could you not have known what you were doing, Ginny?
how could you let him do this, Ginny?
All those i~n~n~o~c~e~n~t
((just like you were))
people could have died
And it would have been all your fault
*..*..*..*
You were young
((only eleven years old))
You were lonely
((too shy to make friends))
You were sad
((why, oh why, didn't he notice you?))
And that
m-o-n-s-t-e-r
used ^that^ against you.
And turned you, that young, lonely, sad little girl, into a
m-o-n-s-t-e-r
just like him
*..*..*..*
The a/w/f/u/l part is that you sort of..maybe..possibly
((definitely))
miss him.
Because before he was a
m-o-n-s-t-e-r,
he was your
f-r-i-e-n-d