They Always Run From Me

by unexpected sabotage

A sad truth of Peter Pettigrew by Peter Pettigrew.

I can see all the pretty ones. All the pretty ones I see, but none of them look at me.

They flaunt and send me their flirtatious smiles never directly for me.

I see them strut in front of me and I am unable to let them see the real me.

They toy and want but all will leave they never stay the night with me.

And in the end I'm home alone with no one to love me.

All in pity all in lies every action towards me.

I am Peter Pettigrew, and no one ever loves me.