Harry Potter. Gryffindor woe
In the house that stands alone
All the flowers fully grown
Lies the body of a broken child
Who's never known the term mild?
Every night he cries to sleep
Trying not to let the family hear a peep
He grabbed the knife though all in vain
He didn't have enough courage to kill his pain
He laid back down and stared at the moon
Submerged in all his gloom
Wishing to be some one else
Maybe then he wouldn't be so false
He cries himself to sleep, again
Same routine, same amount of energy drained
This time it's different though
He grabs the knife in all his woe
He slashes his wrists
But you can only hear a hiss
Blood starts to pour
He knows this is the only cure
So here's the tale, I'm sure you didn't want to know
It all ends here, in his Gryffindor woe.
In the house that stands alone
All the flowers fully grown
Lies the body of a broken child
Who's never known the term mild?
Every night he cries to sleep
Trying not to let the family hear a peep
He grabbed the knife though all in vain
He didn't have enough courage to kill his pain
He laid back down and stared at the moon
Submerged in all his gloom
Wishing to be some one else
Maybe then he wouldn't be so false
He cries himself to sleep, again
Same routine, same amount of energy drained
This time it's different though
He grabs the knife in all his woe
He slashes his wrists
But you can only hear a hiss
Blood starts to pour
He knows this is the only cure
So here's the tale, I'm sure you didn't want to know
It all ends here, in his Gryffindor woe.