Disclaimer: u know the deal. dont' own nothing. this song is christina aguilera. dont own that either. from her album stripped. gorgeus have a listen.
I'm okay
-Draco-
Bruises fade father, but the pain remains the same
And I still remember how you kept me so afraid
Strength is my mother for all the love she gave
Every morning that I wake I look back at yesterday
And I'm ok
I often wonder why I carry all this guilt
When it's you that helped me put up all these walls I've built
Shadows stir at night through a crack in the door
The echo of a broken child screaming "please no more"
Daddy, don't you understand the damage you have done
To you it's just a memory, but for me it still lives on
Bruises fade father, but the pain remains the same
And I still remember how you kept me so, so afraid
Strength is my mother for all the love she gave
Every morning that I wake I look back to yesterday
It's not so easy to forget
All the lines you left along her neck
When I was thrown against cold stairs
And every day I'm afraid to come home
In fear of what I might see there
Bruises fade father but the pain remains the same
And I still remember how you kept me so afraid
Strength is my mother for all the love she gave
Every morning that I wake I look back at yesterday
And I'm ok
I'm ok
I hate this world! I hate Potter! I hate my Father! I hate my suppressed mother! I hate my life.
I would commit suicide to rid myself of this insane world but that would be so un-Malfoy like. I will 'dishonour' the bloody family. And my father would find a dark way to punish me even after death.
Everyone thinks I'm a junior death eater in training. No one bothers to see me – the real me. Every girl drools over my good looks and expensive clothes but none of them see past the charade.
At least my f---- father's happy. He can teach me sword fighting and the most darkest spells and make me a perfect son and the perfect death eater. I'll be perfect for him but he won't even consider my feelings.
If only there was some way to break away from this. Far, far away. Somewhere. Any where. Away from evil, and ballroom dances and dinners and arranged marriages. Day after day I see all of my fathers friends trophy wives, this includes my own mother.
Is that the life my father wants for me? Is that the life destined for me. To f----- walk around looking rich and sleeping with every woman available while I have a wife and son? Doing evil for the Dark Lord and being hated for it?
This is not the life my kids will get. No way. My kids won't have to wear and do according to what I want them to. My kids won't have to become a death eaters in training. My kids will have everything I don't – a loving father and the freedom to make a choice.
Hell, I wouldn't even have kids if I couldn't give them a good life.
Oh God, if you exist, give me a way, any way, or at least the freedom to make a bloody f----- choice!
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