Letter to Hermoine

The hand that wrote this letter sweeps the pillow clean

So rest your head and read a treasured dream

I care for no one else but you, I tear my soul to cease the pain

I think maybe you feel the same, what can we do?

I'm not quite sure what we're supposed to do

So I've been writing just for you

They say your life is going very well

They say you sparkle like a different girl

But something tells me that you hide

When all the world is warm and tired

You cry a little in the dark – well, so do I

I'm not quite sure what you're supposed to say

But I can see it's not okay

He makes you laugh, he brings you out in style

He treats you well, he makes you up real fine

And when he's strong, he's strong for you

And when you kiss, is it something new?

But did you ever call my name, just by mistake?

I'm not quite sure what we're supposed to do

So I'll just write some love to you