Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the Harry Potter universe along with some other people. I am not one of them, don't make any profit, blah, blah, just here to be creative, blah, blah, neither of us cares about this disclaimer.
Author's Note: Moaning Myrtle.
Your Story, Your Fury
You clutch your heart
You clutch your head
And when you wake up
In your bed
You shut your eyes
You hold yourself
And when you sit up
You are dead
You clutch your heart
You hide in bed
And when you wake up
It's all in your head
In the place like lonely
Where your eyes are the only
And your voice tells a story
No one cares about your fury
They just care about themselves
All those selfish little pigs
All those stupid little kids
And you cry and you cry
Like every stupid loser ever did
And you hide and you hide
Like every scared child ever did
And you die and you die
Like every coward ever did
You clutch your heart
You clutch your head
And when you wake up
You're still dead
In a place like lonely
Hidden away, you're the only
One who knows
One who goes
There
You're voice tells a story
But no one cares about your fury
So you let it die and go away
They don't remember you
Or your name
In the moment you find
Say it's mine, it's mine, it's mine
But this new space
Is no place
That you want to be
And it's just the way it was
When you were there