DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING… UNLESS I MAKE UP CHARACTERS AS I GO!
Hermione sat in her room, music blaring. The words echoing in her head.
I watch how the
Moon sits in the
sky
In the dark night
Shining with the light from the sun
The sun doesn't give
Light to the moon assuming
The moon's going to owe it one
It reminded her of her, now, broken friendship with Ron.
It makes me think of how you act to me
You do Favours and then rapidly
You just Turn around and start asking me
About Things you want back from me
I'm sick of the sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest
She shook the thought of him out of her head, but his face seemed to haunt her. She remembered all the times she had done his homework and not wanted anything in return, then all the times he did something for her then wanted something in return.
I want to be in another place
I hate when you say you don't understand
(You'll see it's not meant to be)
I want to be in the energy, not with the
enemy
A place for my head
Tears welled up in her honey coloured eyes. She wiped them away quickly.
Maybe Someday I'll be just like you
And Step on people like you do and
Run away the people I thought I knew
I remember back then who you were
You used to be calm
Used to be strong
Used to be generous but you should've
known
That you'd wear out your welcome
Now you see how quiet it is all alone
She turned away from the cd player so she wasn't facing the door, making sure if someone was to burst in they couldn't see her puffy eyes and cheeks. Actually she didn't want anybody to see her cry, to see her without her guard up.
I'm so sick of the tension
Sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest
I'm so sick of the tension
Sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest
She felt hopeless, she trusted him, and he used her. She looked at the photo of her, Harry and Ron on her bedside table. She ran her delicate fingers down the frame.
You try to take the best of me
Go away
She threw the photo frame at the wall and watched as it smashed into a thousand pieces and turned into her pillow and screamed.