Don't cry to me
If you love me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind

"Hermione, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry I'm late, I'll be over in just a minute. Just wait." Why should I wait on you? You're so shit-faced drunk, I can hear it in your words. You never come over when you're sober, anyway. You have to be half tipsy to consider defying your father, even though he's been dead for 5 years now. You never take me to public functions with you, prefering to "keep me from the public eye"... Bullshit. I think I've been in the public eye more than you. You "prefer" to have half the wizarding world still talking about how you're the most eligable bachelor. As soon as Harry and Ginny were married, you went to the top of that list. The parties that you were invited to were innumerable. The skinny, well dressed bimbos willing to throw themselves on you were also infinite. So why tie yourself done? Even if it's to Hermione Granger, Most Eligable Bachelorette. Make up you mind, do you want me or not? You know where I live. Be here.

Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself
Can't keep believing
We're only deceiving ourselves
And I'm sick of the lie
And you're too late

I'm sick of the lies. Of the waiting on you to show up when you're supposed to. Of keeping you on the right line so you can continue to go to parties and forget me. This is a lie. You don't love me. Stop saying you do. Because I listen to you each time and fool myself into thinking you're telling the truth this time. I'm falling in love with someone else, someone who listens to me when I cry my eyes out because you're not there.

Don't cry to me
If you love me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind

Couldn't take the blame
Sick with shame
Must be exhausting to lose your own game
Selfishly hated
No wonder you're jaded
You can't play the victim this time
And you're too late

It's not my fault you drink yourself senseless. It's not my fault you feel guilty about loving me. I'm tired of you blaming me for breaking the rules of your childhood. And because of that attitude, people hate you for YOUR blood. Hated because of the one thing you thought you could hold dear. It's not anyones fault but your own either. You could blame your father, but you were the one to insult people in school. People who now are important. People who still don't like you. People like Harry and Ron. People who never hated me because of my blood. People who remain my friends even if I do somethig they don't like. Like date you.

So don't cry to me
If you love me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind

You never call me when you're sober
You only want it cause it's over
It's over

I'm not even sure you miss me at all. I think its the fact that one more person has left you, because of your attitude or because of other reasons, you're still one person shorter on your list of people who like you. And I'm definately done. There will be no more second chances.

How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine

Don't blame me for this either. It's not my fault we aren't anything now. We never were anything anyway except shag buddies, apparently. No gifts, no anniversaries, not even a visit of one of us is sick. Nothing. You always had more important things to do. More important women to do.

So don't cry to me
If you love me
You would be here with me
Don't lie to me
Just get your things
I've made up your mind

So get out of here. Leave. We're done. Don't tell me how you love me. Don't tell me it'll never happen again. I've decided. Here's your stuff.