I am a Malfoy.
It's a privilege,
As father always says,
And with that comes a great responsibility.
People always say
The Malfoys are evil.
They just don't understand,
That we are just helping them.
Someone has to say,
Mudbloods are wrong,
And Dumbledore an old fraud.
That's our responsibility.
Since I was young
Father taught me to make the right friends.
To uphold
The family name.
Then he came along with
His carefree ways.
With the luxury to be with,
Who ever he pleases.
Well I have to,
Uphold the family name.
Be friends with thugs,
And marry an airhead.
Does he think I like it?
Does he think I really hate him?
No,
I'm just doing what no one else will.
Upholding the family name,
And saying the things they need to hear.
But no one ever asks me why?
They must think I'm just mean.
Or they don't even care,
Why.
Do you know
What would happen if I don't make them see?
They would all be,
Well, me.
So that is why,
I am mean,
To mudbloods,
And traitors.
I only wish,
Someone would ask me,
Why?
Before hating me.
But
They will never ask me
Why?