Where do I start?

I have the life, I'm rich, and not THAT bad looking.

(In your life, you seem to have it all, you seem to have control)

All I've ever wanted is praise... for anything, just one thing.

(But deep within your soul, you're losing it.)

I used to think I'd get that. I used to be able to dream of praise I used to imagine myself riding a broom expertly... tearing through the wind.. and being able to hear the "ohhs"'s and "ahh"'s from the people below.

(You never took the time,)

I used to imagine getting perfect grades... having the teachers all talk about me, in my fantasies they'd call me the best pupil' and I'd be above all the rest...

(assume that you're to blame.)

I'd take either of those right now... I used to think it'd be great.

(You think that you're insane,)

You and I could become best friends. We'd be the big men on campus and we'd have..so many good times... even before I met you I knew I'd like you. I knew' or imagined' allot.

(won't you spare me.)

I supposed I jinxed it.

(I know, the breakdown. Everything is gonna shake now, someday I know, the breakdown. Tell me again, am I awake now, maybe. You can find the reason that, no one else is living this way)

Because you are the flyer. You are the one who can soar through the air.. you are the one who get the "ohh"'s and "ahh"'s.

(Yeah your lies, your world is built around, two faces of a clown. Voices in your head, Think there's four pawns down)

You and your friends are the best pupils' everyone knows it... we are not friends... you befriend my enemies... what could I do? Instead of seeing you as everyone else does... the perfect one.. the hero.. the golden boy of Hogwarts..

(In the unity, fate has found the need. So, you better check yourself, before you check out. )

I see you as the jerk... the snot.. the not-so-great.

(I know, the breakdown. Everything is gonna shake now, someday. I know, the breakdown. Tell me again, am I awake now, maybe. You can find the reason that, no one else is living this way. )

I pretend that you're really mean... that your so stuck up and one day.. everyone can see the evil that you really are.... oh I know...do I? or am I convincing myself? I don't care... all I know is, I hate you you!

YOU'RE the reason my father hates me..

YOU'RE the reason I'm so mean

YOU'RE the reason why I'm a failure...

YOU ARE...

(If you find yourself, then you might believe. Then within yourself, you might conceive. )

I know...

(I know, the breakdown. Everything is gonna shake now, someday. I know, the breakdown. Tell me again, am I awake now, maybe. You can find the reason that, No one else is living this way. )

~Draco M.