Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll look up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
"Isn't something missing?"
You won't cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
I know what you do to yourself,
I breathe deep and cry out,
"Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?"
Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
And if I bleed, I'll bleed,
Knowing you don't care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
I'll wake without you there,
Isn't something missing?
Isn't something...
Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
Why did it have to be him?
Why did I have to love him so much?
Why him?
Why did I trust him with my heart? I mean, after Krum broke it in the summer of sixth year, I thought that he would want to care for me and love me, keep my heart safe.
Liar. It's all a bloody lie.
Why did I want to kiss him everytime I was near him? All I wanted to do was touch him, look at him, breathe his air.
I was a foolish, lovesick puppy.
I was being fed lies the whole time. Did he even mean it when he told me he loved me?
Why in the world do I still have feelings for him?
I went on with it well after what I saw. I never really, truly, accepted it. And he went on with it.
Just like he is now.
It's like I was never there. I wasn't really his girlfriend. I didn't exist.
I was just air.
I don't know what I expected him to do. I guess I wanted him to apologize. But he didn't.
He hasn't.
And why do I still want him to love me? Why do I not want to believe what I know in my heart that I saw with my own two eyes?
Why do I want him to come back to me, embrace me, kiss me again?
I don't know what's taken over me.
I feel so alone now.
I'm empty without him living, breathing, in me.
It's almost like he's taken my spirit.
I never knew how much love hurt. Unreturned love.
Undesired love.
Like I have now.
If onlny I could have him back, accept him. But he won't accept me. He never really loved me. He's a liar.
He's a bloody liar, that Ronald Weasley.
And no matter what happens inside me, I still can't stop thinking about him. He's a haunting ghost living constantly, choking me.
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