Last night I had a dream I was walking down a hallway
It was dark it was cold and I think I'd been there before
I got to the end and I reached for a handle
But I woke up before I could open the door
Oh what is wrong with me?
Am I becoming more like He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?
Last night I had a dream I was walking down a hallway
No not walking, but slithering on the ground
Into a darkened room, an unsuspecting victim
I sprung, I attacked without a sound
Oh Dumbledore won't look at me
And he's making me learn Occlumency
Am I becoming bad? Am I going mad?
Am I going crazy, Or am I just a sad thing?
Am I running out, running out of love
Can my parents still protect me from way up above
Or am I going bad?
Last night I had a dream my godfather was dying
Row ninety-seven department of mysteries
Oh I have gotta save him, I can still hear the crying
Gotta get to London, to the Ministry
I climbed up on a thestral and I raced as fast as lightning
I hoped that Sirius was not dead
But when I arrived my dreams had been lying
Voldemort had been playing with my head
Oh things are not as they seem
I am through with these dreams
Am I becoming bad? Am I going mad?
Am I going crazy, Or am I just a sad thing?
Am I running out, running out of love
Can my parents still protect me from way up above
Or am I going bad?
