All my walls are taken down,
Nothing but little pieces of rubble,
And I try to pick them up,
But I fall down myself in a puddle;
A puddle of hatred, of ribbing
I’m broken and completely inside,
I’m stupid, and I’m helpless,I know
The one who broke me will always reside,
In the broken life of mine I hate,
And take me down again, as love does.
I don’t know why, but I’m blind,
Even if you tore me to pieces
I’m blind in my love for you,
And it keeps me on multiple leashes.
I cannot be Rose Weasley,
And you cannot be Scorpius Malfoy,
And nothing can work out the way I want it to,
So, adieu, adieu to you and your croy.