I own absolutely nothingHey.. sorry its been a while but I've been so busy with tests like all week and this is the first free hour I have gotten. By the way this is summer after Harry's fourth year
2random4words; She's not one of my favorites either but your right it fits. I did make her more depressed than I think she would have been though to fit the plot
Oh what the hell she says
I just can't win for losing
And she lays back down
She came home broken and with tears that glisten like diamonds upon her cheeks and I don't know what I am supposed to do when my daughter is so utterly shattered. For weeks I have tried to coerce her into talking, to tell me her problems like she once did, but even a word would suffice. At first, I would make her get out of bed and join the family but she would just slouch in the corner, alone, until I let her return to her room where she would lay back down.
Man there's so many times
I don't know what I'm doin
Like I don't know now
I have never claimed to know all of the answers and I do not plan to start now but never have I been so clueless when it comes to my children. There have been numerous times when I second guessed myself after making a particularly difficult decision concerning my children's lives but somehow this seems different. This time I can tell that how I handle her - whatever this is- will determine how my relationship with her for the rest of our lives….. and maybe even her happiness.
By the light of the moon she rubs her eyes
Says it's funny how the night can make you blind
I can just imagine
Sometimes at night, when I am on my way to my own room, I will stop by her door and look in at her heart broken face as she stares at the window and she will turn to me with tired eyes and whisper, "that it's funny how the night can make a person blind." I can only imagine what she means by that and I can only imagine what happened to her to make her say that.
And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
But if she feels bad then I do too
So I let her be
I'm not really sure what I am supposed to do, whether I should reach out for her… or not. I can barely take her misery and that she hurts makes me hurt as well. However, I let her be because for the first time I do not know what she needs.
And she says ooh I can't take no more
Her tears like diamonds on the floor
And her diamonds bring me down
Cause I can't help her now
The summer slowly passes and when she does speak she whispers about how she can't take anymore and it kills me. Her tears fall down like thousands of diamonds and it tears me down because I don't know what to do. How can I help her?
She's down in it
She's tried her best but now she can't win
It's hard to see them on the ground
Her diamonds falling down, way down
Sometimes, late at night when she is barely awake, she will murmur things about winning and trying and I wonder what she means. Yet, when I question her, she just shrugs and mentions something about failing her O.W.L.S. before walking away and as she goes I look at the floor to see if I can see her trail of tears. I do that occasionally; look for her tear tracks that stain the floor leaving glistening diamonds.
She sits down and stares into the distance
And it takes all night
And I know I could break her concentration
But it don't feel right
She sits in front of me staring into the distance; maybe trying to figure something out and I know she will sit there all night. I long to break her concentration –I could- but it doesn't feel right because she seems as if she's on the brink of figuring out something that her life depends on and who am I to interrupt that?
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