Draco
Draco Malfoy walked down the deserted corridor of Hogwarts. The students were all in bed and he was doing his midnight patrol. Soundlessly and aimlessly, he patrolled the halls, deep in thought.
His life; two sides of a coin. There was Draco, the sad, lonely, desperate boy. And there was Malfoy, the arrogant, egoistic, selfish man.
When I pretend everything is what I want it to be
I look exactly like what you always wanted to see
When I pretend, I can't forget about the criminal I am
Stealing second after second just cause I know I can but
I can't pretend this is the way it'll stay I'm just
Trying to bend the truth
I can't pretend I'm who you want me to be, so I'm
Draco rarely appeared. Only when there was no one, when he was sure he was alone, would he emerge. A smart, inquisitive, gentle boy he would be for the few moments he could spare, but before another blink, Malfoy returns and stays.
Draco Malfoy lied and deceived his way through. He didn't need anyone, he didn't want anyone. He wanted to be by himself. He wanted to be himself, his true self. He wanted a new life, a new identity.
Lying my way from you
No...No turning back now
I want to be pushed aside so let me go
No...No turning back now
Let me take back my life, I'd rather be all alone
No turning back now
Anywhere on my own cause I can see
No...No turning back now
The very worst part of you is me
His father, the menace who created and taught him how to act as Malfoy. His father, the one who taught him to inflict fear upon people. His father, who taught him that no one was greater than a Malfoy. His father, who was never there for him. Could he really call him a father? Lucius mocked the term of 'father'.
A father, Lucius will never be, and what was more disturbing was that his son was forced to be him too, only the more superior version. Lucius, the controller. The controller of Draco's actions. The controller of Draco's life.
I remember what they taught to me
Remember condescending talk of who I ought to be
Remember listening to all of that and this again
So I pretended up a person who was fitting' in
And now you think this person really is me and I'm
Trying to bend the truth
But the more I push the more I'm pulling away cause I'm
He knew how everyone thought of him. He heard their whispers, their gossips. He wanted to scream. To tell everyone "It isn't me!" but he was too late. There would be no difference now, he was stuck.
The only path left was to follow the path planned by his father. To follow the deceit, the lies, the treachery, the killings. He was trapped with no one to help him, and all because no one can help.
Now, all he could do, was to continue lying his way through.
Lying my way from you
No...No turning back now
I want to be pushed aside so let me go
No...No turning back now
Let me take back my life I'd rather be all alone
No turning back now
Anywhere on my own cause I can see
No...No turning back now
The very worst part of you
The very worst part of you is me