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Fathers hands were lined with dirt, From long days in the field
And mothers hands are serving meals, In a cafe on Main Street
With mouths to feed, Just trying to keep clothing on our backs
And all I hear about is, How it's so bad, it's so bad
Arthur Weasley stood out in the fields of the Ministry of Magic. He had been stuck with yet another muggle job. Molly was now working for the Leaky Cauldron just to support the kids. 4 children to feed wasn't exactly the easiest thing in the world. Clothing was getting scarce; Ginny was wearing Ron's clothing.
Ron sat in the dark, thinking about the trouble that was going on. Malfoy all ways seemed to get on his back about how his family life was so bad. He couldn't take it anymore. He was 17, and it still bothered him. He was hoping Malfoy would grow up.
It's too bad, it's too bad, too late, so wrong, so long, it's too bad that we had no time to rewind
Let's walk, let's talk, let's talk
Arthur tried to pull Ron apart to tell him things were getting better, but Ron just seemed to say "Too Bad, too late, so long." Every time he'd try something else would go wrong. Something would slip back up. Whether it was Lucius Malfoy or a budget cut on his paycheck.
You left without saying goodbye, Although I'm sure you tried
You call the house from time to time, To make sure we're alive
But you weren't there, Right when I'm needing you the most
And now I dream about it, How it's so bad, it's so bad
And then the worst happened. Molly and Arthur spilt up. After 30 years of being together they'd spilt up. And Arthur just seemed to lose contact with everyone. Only checking up on them with an occasional owl. Ron was slowly slipping out of the world, he'd try to talk to Arthur but he just never seemed to be there anymore. Ron couldn't sleep anymore his dreams were haunted about how it used to be…
It's too bad, it's too bad, too late, so wrong, so long
it's too bad that we had no time to rewind, Let's walk, let's talk, Let's talk
It was too late now. Ron jumped into the Hogwarts Lake, hoping to end his life. He just didn't care anymore. Hermione has tried to be there for him but it wasn't the same. He slowly floated to the bottom his world going white…
Father's hands are lined with guilt, For tearing us apart
Guess it turned out in the end, Just look at where we are
Made it out, still got clothing on our backs, And now I scream about it
How it's so bad, it's so bad
It's too bad, it's too bad, too late, so wrong, so long
it's too bad that we had no time to rewind, Let's walk, let's talk, Let's talk
And then his world came back into focus. Arthur was standing over him looking tired. "Son, please talk to me," his eyes pleaded. "One walk." "Fine." Ron stood at least a foot above his father. Towering at 6'4". He shoved his hands in his pockets, Madame Pomfrey wrapping a blanket around his muscular body. They began to walk the garden.
No time, last one, let's go
With barely any time on either of their hands, they slowly began to trust again.
Fathers hands were lined with dirt, From long days in the field
And mothers hands are serving meals, In a cafe on Main Street
With mouths to feed, Just trying to keep clothing on our backs
And all I hear about is, How it's so bad, it's so bad
Arthur Weasley stood out in the fields of the Ministry of Magic. He had been stuck with yet another muggle job. Molly was now working for the Leaky Cauldron just to support the kids. 4 children to feed wasn't exactly the easiest thing in the world. Clothing was getting scarce; Ginny was wearing Ron's clothing.
Ron sat in the dark, thinking about the trouble that was going on. Malfoy all ways seemed to get on his back about how his family life was so bad. He couldn't take it anymore. He was 17, and it still bothered him. He was hoping Malfoy would grow up.
It's too bad, it's too bad, too late, so wrong, so long, it's too bad that we had no time to rewind
Let's walk, let's talk, let's talk
Arthur tried to pull Ron apart to tell him things were getting better, but Ron just seemed to say "Too Bad, too late, so long." Every time he'd try something else would go wrong. Something would slip back up. Whether it was Lucius Malfoy or a budget cut on his paycheck.
You left without saying goodbye, Although I'm sure you tried
You call the house from time to time, To make sure we're alive
But you weren't there, Right when I'm needing you the most
And now I dream about it, How it's so bad, it's so bad
And then the worst happened. Molly and Arthur spilt up. After 30 years of being together they'd spilt up. And Arthur just seemed to lose contact with everyone. Only checking up on them with an occasional owl. Ron was slowly slipping out of the world, he'd try to talk to Arthur but he just never seemed to be there anymore. Ron couldn't sleep anymore his dreams were haunted about how it used to be…
It's too bad, it's too bad, too late, so wrong, so long
it's too bad that we had no time to rewind, Let's walk, let's talk, Let's talk
It was too late now. Ron jumped into the Hogwarts Lake, hoping to end his life. He just didn't care anymore. Hermione has tried to be there for him but it wasn't the same. He slowly floated to the bottom his world going white…
Father's hands are lined with guilt, For tearing us apart
Guess it turned out in the end, Just look at where we are
Made it out, still got clothing on our backs, And now I scream about it
How it's so bad, it's so bad
It's too bad, it's too bad, too late, so wrong, so long
it's too bad that we had no time to rewind, Let's walk, let's talk, Let's talk
And then his world came back into focus. Arthur was standing over him looking tired. "Son, please talk to me," his eyes pleaded. "One walk." "Fine." Ron stood at least a foot above his father. Towering at 6'4". He shoved his hands in his pockets, Madame Pomfrey wrapping a blanket around his muscular body. They began to walk the garden.
No time, last one, let's go
With barely any time on either of their hands, they slowly began to trust again.