You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself plainly when you have need of him. How else could you produce that particular Patronus? Prongs rode again last night.
Say goodbye to the world you thought you lived in Take a bow, play the part Of a lonely lonely heart Say goodbye to the world, you thought you lived in
In my shoes, just to see What it's like, to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each others' minds Just to see, what we'd find Look at things through each others' eyes
And when I’m gone, just carry on, don’t mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I’m lookin’ down on you smiling And I didn’t feel a thing so baby don’t feel no pain Just smile back
But what happens when karma turns right around and despites you? And everything you stand for turns on you to spite you? What happens when you become the main source of their pain?
