Generic Shampoo
I had a dream
I got everything I wanted
Not what you'd think
And if I'm being honest
It might've been a nightmare
To anyone who might care
"I used some healing spells, she should be waking up any time now" Euphemia looks at Regulus with a kind face once he manages to stop sobbing "do you mind if I take a look at you?" Regulus stares at his hands and nods
"I'm sorry for disturbing you Mrs Potter"
"Don't worry about that darling, I'm just glad you're both here and safe, and please, call me Euphie"
"Thank you"
"Of course dear" she kisses the top of his head and Regulus flinches at such a casual show of affection. No wonder James is so vastly generous with his touches, almost careless. She waves her wand over top of him. He shrinks on his seat, he feels vulnerable with someone's scrutinizing eyes on him, even if there’s kindness in them. James puts a hand on his knee and he feels himself relax "Regulus, did someone—" Euphie swallows down anger "did they do the same to you?" Regulus wants to disappear into his seat. James finds his hand and threads their fingers together. Her mother notices it but doesn't say anything. Regulus gives a small shrug, he should be explaining everything, but he can't. He tries to speak but the words come all bundled up and he doubts anyone can understand him. James rubs circles on his back. Sirius keeps pacing outside, he can hear his steps, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
"Take this dear, it'll make you feel better" Euphie hands him a tiny cup with some sort of potion. He gulps it down, not bothering to ask what it is and thanks her again.
James holds his hand and neither of them bothers asking him any more questions.
James’ dad arrives when the sun is setting and Ursa is still not awake. His mother goes meet him and doesn’t come back, granting them the privacy they need.
At some point throughout the night Ursa rattles awake and groans, her voice raspy and raw. She clutches her head and rubs her throat. Regulus shoots to his feet "Hey" he whispers "How do you feel?"
"Voldie's cruciatus’ better than Bella's" she wrinkles her face up in pain "guess that's what I get for being snarky" Regulus snorts out a relieved chuckle but James beside him doesn't seem to find the humor in it.
"Voldie?"
"Definitely has a crush on me" she pulls herself up to a sitting position and Regulus bites down a small laugh "Where's my wand?" Regulus hands it to her and she casts a small mirror, like a window into her reflection, and slightly resents Regulus for not having the decency to make her look decent while in her involuntary slumber "Ew. Where's a shower?" Regulus helps her stand on her wobbly feet.
"There’s one across the hall"
"Tell the ministry I'll be ready in half an hour"
"The ministry?"
"Yeah, you haven't called them?" did she have to do everything? Seriously, not even passed out can she catch a break from their ineptitudes
"My parents wanted to wait for you to wake up and see what you wanted to do"
"They're saints, right" she mutters to herself and almost runs right into a door thanks to her fuzzy head. James reaches a hand out to stead her but she slaps it away "told you not to touch me. My cruciatus is much better now, isn't it Reggie?"
"What?!" James grinds his teeth next to her, ready to snap her like a twig and because he’s an untamed baboon without any self-restrain he reaches for her arm but she yanks it out of reach and almost stumbles down with the motion. Instead she tumbles onto Sirius who was waiting outside.
“What is going on?” Sirius catches her an she shoves him away
“Did you—” James seethes but Regulus cuts him off
"He imperio-ed her to do it!" That idiot never knew when to keep his mouth shut. Or handle the conflict happening around him. It softens James' anger though. It’s not that she wouldn’t have done it without the imperio, or that it hadn’t been her idea, but Regulus didn’t seem to think James needs to know that. At least not just yet. She wonders what the himbo with the hero complex might do with that. She’d love to find out, but unlike everyone currently standing around her, she isn’t mentally challenged.
"Hey Reggie," he meets her eyes and she holds a finger to her mouth with an acid smile "Shhh" she disappears into the bathroom and shuts the door behind her.
“What aren’t you telling us?” Sirius questions Regulus and he pales, folding into himself the way he’s always done. Sirius’ sole functioning brain cell must be working overtime because he knows there’s something to tell “URSA!” he slams his fist on the bathroom door “What did you do?!”
"He said she fought him off!” Regulus’ words make Sirius’ die at his throat, his fist stops midway through the air “That’s the only reason I wasn't tortured until I passed out” Such a dramatic lad thrilled and determined to play the damsel in distress. Maybe the self-proclaimed hero James Potter truly is a perfect match.
"Reggie," her voice is sweet but her tone threatening from the other side of the door "stai zitto o ti prometto che ti maled—” shut the fuck up or I promise I will curse y— “Ew, you've gotta be shitting me, generic shampoo?! Potter! I thought you were rich! What the fuck?!" bile rises on her throat, how can her brother, her own blood, her bloody own twin brother, like such a hog? How can he be willing to give up the entire Black family fortune for a crude boar?
"Told you they were shit" Regulus elbows him with a smug look and James pulls him closer by the waist.
"And how exactly do you know that?" Sirius glares at them through a scowl.
"Probably when they were showering together!" She offers, chipper, from the bathroom. Finally something salvageable, a beacon of hopeful fun for the dull summer ahead: causing her older brother emotional distress
“You told your sister about that?" James frowns at Regulus “Sirius never likes it when I tell him about us”
"No" he palms his face, his entire face glows red like a tomato
“We know now Jamie!” she beams and opens the door "Siri, you got any decent hair products?"
"Yes, but after the picture you painted in my mind, you're not borrowing them!" he rubs his temples like the thought hurts and he can rub them away, he wishes he could delete them "and don't call me Siri!" James stares at the normalcy in their interaction, almost like they were regular siblings bickering over silly things
“You’re not gonna lend me your hair products?” Ursa pouts at him like a puppy “But I’ve just been tortured”
“Might take pity if you hadn’t done the same thing to me” he reminds her and any hint at normalcy is obliterated. She rolls her eyes, always such a spiteful, dramatic lad. She tortures him one time and suddenly that’s all he cares about.
“Jamie, does your mum have pretty hair? Please say yes”
"My parents’ room is upstairs, I'll show you" he leads the way up the stairs. She follows behind, her hand reaches for the ledge but she misses. Her stupid vision won’t stop blurring and fuzzing. She rubs her head and takes a step forward but it comes out wrong. James steadies her before she can fall. His touch makes her skin crawl.
“Can you just go get it yourself?” she rubs him off of her “Fuck.” she slumps down on the steps, her head on her hands “this is my new reality, isn't it? I'm gonna have to be around someone who wears generic shampoo— Oh my ew. I'm gonna be related to him! Ah! I’ll have to wear them!" she wails into her hands and James notes the Black’s flare for the dramatics certainly didn’t skip past her either.
“Look, I’ll buy you whatever shampoo you want, okay?” James kneels in front of her with care and she has to bite down a smile at how pathetically soft he is, almost too easy to manipulate.
“Really?” She peers up at him through long, wet lashes and he nods “can I choose them?” another nod “can I choose yours too?” with a sigh, James nods once more “can I borrow Sirius’ until then?” James turns to Sirius with an imploring look
“Unlike James, I’m not about to be manipulated for hair products” Sirius glares at her
“Do you mean your hair products that he bought?” she growls at him with murderous eyes, any trace of the girl crying a second ago is gone.
“It’s already starting. You just can’t help yourself, can you? Look, whatever reason she’s here—”
“Do you think I want to be here?” she raises an unimpressed brow at him and turns to Regulus with reproach “la seule raison pour laquelle je suis ici c'est parce que Reggie est un idiot” the only reason I’m here is because Reggie’s an idiot “e il nostro caro cugino mi odia” and our dear cousin hates me she adds to herself, in Italian so only Reggie can understand her. She shouldn’t have taunted her, she knew better than to do that, but it’d just been too tempting to pass up on. She should’ve kept her mouth shut the way Reggie usually does. Except he hadn’t this time. He’d suddenly cracked his life-long code of passive behavior just to screw her over. Lucky for her. “E davvero Reg? Hai dovuto scegliere il noioso Peter? È un patetico cagnolino senza spina dorsale” And really Reg? Did you have to choose boring Peter? He's a pathetic lapdog with no backbone.
“Preferiresti uscire con il lupo mannaro?” You'd rather date the werewolf? Regulus shoots back
“Decisamente” definitely
“È il tuo futuro cognato!” He’s your future brother-in-law!
“Esattamente. Almeno potrei divertirmi a scherzare con questo idiota” Exactly. At least I could have fun messing with this idiot. she argues pointing at their brother
“Hey! I know what idiota means!” Sirius scowls but she ignores him
“Avresti dovuto tenere la bocca chiusa come fai di solito” You should've just kept your mouth shut like you usually do.
“I couldn’t just leaveyou there” Regulus tells her. He’s stupid enough to believe his words. The only thing that moved his lips into speaking her condemnation was guilt and a newly acquired moral compass with the letters JP written on the back.
"Oh please, don't be dramatic, I can handle them, they're not as bad as you both pan them out to be; you're just not smart enough to deal with them."
"Then why do you know what your cousin's cruciatus feels like?" James spits at her and she rolls her eyes
"Oh, that was my fault really, they were teaching me how to endure it and I said Rodolph's cruciatus was kinda hot, low-key kind of a turn on, which you would think means 'lesson learned' but no, she didn't like that much, got a bit jealous."
"Can't you see how messed up that is?"
"It's why she fits right in" Sirius snaps at.
"Yeah, exactly,” she ignores his clear attempt to rial her up “and I can't wait for Reggie to get over him so we can go back" she gestures over at James
"He's not going back" James steps in front of him like a shield
"Sure" she bops his nose with a smirk
"James, she shouldn't sleep here, she's dangerous, she’s on their side, she’s on his side"
“The only side I’m on is my own. Plus, we both know you're not gonna throw me out because no matter how hard you try, you can never hate me, I'm still your little sister"
"You're wrong. I do. I hate you. And you're not my sister, not anymore. Ever since that night. Every time I look at you—" his voice cracks and she rolls her eyes, he’s such a whiny little baby. She knots her long and usually-luscious-though-currently-greasy hair into a bun “And you killed my bunny!”
"Salazar, is this what it's gonna be like all summer?” she sighs, such a drama queen, lustful for attention. Is he ever gonna let that shit go? It’s time he moves on “You know what? Just do it, get it over with"
"What?" He frowns at her
"Do it so you can stop whining about it already" she rolls her eyes at him, she starts to grow impatient with his slow brain-processing, after a year of not interacting with him she almost forgot how dense he can be
"Do what?" apparently he’s even thicker than she thought. Does she have to spell it out for him?
"Salazar, are you dumb? Actually, don't answer that, I already know you are" he clenches his jaw and she smirks "do it.” The seconds tick by but her brother is too slow on the uptake to catch up “Get even" she hurries him impatiently, there’s a shower waiting for her afterwards she’s eager to get to
"I'm not gonna torture you" he gapes at her like she's lost it
"You're never gonna stop whining if you don't. So go on then, do it" she’s not in the mood for Sirius pretense of morality.
"I'm not gonna do it"
"Do it!”
"No!"
"Yes."
"No"
"Do it, you coward, just do it!" She seethes
"I won't" they face off, centimeters away from each other. He’s as dumb as he is stubborn.
"Do it or I'll tell everyone your boyfriend's little secret"
"What?"
“Le petit secret mensuel, la raison de toutes ces cicatrices” The little monthly secret, the reason for all those scars she tells him and he pales. Disbelief clouds his already cloudy eyes, surely his manic sister doesn’t know about Moony’s little secret. Maybe they should’ve tried calling him anything less obvious than Moony. His pathetic little face scrunches up in distress, how can she know? His tiny brawn brain stresses with the new found cerebral activity, the poor small thing isn’t used to so much use— not used to any use at all actually.
“Ursa” Regulus warns but he’s ignored
"Wh— how do you know that?"
"Do it."
"No" but he doesn't sound certain anymore
"I'll tell everyone"
"No" he pleas
"Do it!" She grabs his shoulders and he pulls out his wand.
"I don't want to—"
“Yes. You do.”
“No! I don’t!”
“Do it!”
“No!”
“Fine. Lets start with Regulus, shall we?”
“Ursa stop”
“Then do it”
“No”
“He’s a were—"
I tried to scream
But my head was underwater
They called me weak
Like I'm not just somebody's daughter
It could've been a nightmare
But it felt like they were right there
"Cucio!" he calls and even through the shooting pain soaring through her skin, her stare never wavers, she barely blinks.
"That's all you got?" Her nails dig into his flesh, the only indication she’s under profound distress.
"Sirius!" James yanks him back and Ursa stumbles back, the mind-numbing pain suddenly gone.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Regulus glares at their brother and holds her up but she's laughing, like the vindictive psycho that she is. She got her way, proved the truth about what Sirius truly wanted, who he truly is.
"If you tell anyone about Moony," he points his wand at her "I'll kill you!"
"Aw," she pouts at him but it's got a sardonic smirk drawn all over it "is that a promise?"
"Yes!"
"What is going on here?!" Mr Potter, or Monty as he’d rather be addressed, comes rushing down the stairs.
"Who's that?"
"My dad"
"We saw him at the train station, remember?"
"Right" but she doesn't sound certain, she rubs her head “can we go now?”
“Go where?”
“Home”
"Ursa, it's not funny"
“Sir Us, shut up” she frowns at Sirius, the anger crumbles from his face, that’s what she called him when they were little. She never calls him that anymore, says it’s more respect than he deserves. He reaches a hand out and wraps his arms around her. She doesn’t shove him away and the blood drains from his head
“Ursa?” he whispers and she shakes her head, trying to clear her mind “Urse?”
"Dad, what's wrong with her?"
"James, go get your mother" there's an alarm he can't keep out of his voice "Ursa, look at me" he takes her face and she shoves him off
"Ew, I told you not to—" but she stops herself off with a frown "just don't touch me" she seems to notice Sirius arms around her and pushes them away with a look of disgust "I'm fine, stop fussing" she still seems wobbly on her feet but at least she’s lucid now.
"Boys, get her back to bed" Regulus and Sirius reach for their sister to do what Fleamont told them to, she slaps them away claiming she can do just fine herself. Sirius reaches to help but the usually quiet Regulus snaps at him
“Don’t touch her!” Ursa lets Regulus guide her when she stumbles and Sirius freezes
If I knew it all then, would I do it again?
Would I do it again?
If they knew what they said would go straight to my head
What would they say instead?
If I knew it all then, would I do it again?
Would I do it again?
If they knew what they said would go straight to my head
What would they say instead?
"What happened?!" Mrs Potter is there an instant later
"She was fine, and then it was like she didn’t know where she was or what was going, I think she thought dad was me and—" James glances at Sirius who looks like a ghost took his place
"This is all your fault!" Regulus yells at Sirius with tears in his eyes and shoves him back, his head smacks the wall "what the hell is wrong with you?!" He kicks and punches. Sirius lets him
"Regulus!" Mr Potter breaks them apart, he holds Regulus back and drags them off the room
"You did this to her! You broke her!" Ursa protests against that statement from inside the room, still insisting that she’s fine.
"Regulus, stop that, it's not—"
"He's right. I— I—" but he can't get the words out, he stares down at his hands. Euphemia talks to Ursa in the other room about some potion
"Cruciatus. He used the cruciatus curse on her!" Regulus glowers at him with the intensity of a thousand suns "after she's been tortured for hours. After the most feared man in world tortured her until she passed out!"
"Sirius, is this true?" He stares down at his hands and finally he nods. Mr Potter doesn't ease his grip on Regulus.
"She provoked him" James defends him and Regulus stares at him like he's never seen him before
"She was right. This was a mistake" Regulus shakes off Mr Potter and steps back into the room. He shuts the door behind him.
"Don't worry dear, she's alright, she forced her mind when it wasn't fully healed, but she'll be alright, she's recovering, I gave her a potion to sleep it off. Let me know if you need anything, okay?"
"Thank you"
"I'm glad to help" she kisses the top of his head, he flinches, “You’re safe here” she assures him
“She isn’t”
“I’ll talk to him” she shuts the door behind her and leaves him to a long night of waiting.
Thought I could fly (fly)
So I stepped off the Golden, mm
Nobody cried (cried, cried, cried, cried)
Nobody even noticed
I saw them standing right there
Kinda thought they might care (might care, might care)
Regulus sits by her bed and waits. Then he waits some more. And some more. There's a knock on the door and when he looks up James pokes his head in. Regulus turns away from him but he doesn't argue. He takes a seat far enough so that they aren't touching "I'm sorry for what I said, Sirius shouldn't have done that. No matter what she said. It wasn't right" Regulus nods but doesn't look at him "I'm sorry" he says again “Do you mind if I wait with you until she wakes up?” he shakes his head and silence follows.
“I keep hearing her screams in my mind. He said she lasted longer than most, you know?” he adds bitterly and James wraps an arm around him “I just laid there while they tortured her, I just laid there and did nothing” he sobs and James pulls him into his chest “I know she’s… difficult, but you need to understand, she’s not our parents, she’s not like them, she pretends. When we’re under pressure, Sirius fights and I hide but Ursa, she molds and she thrives, he should’ve known better, after all this time Sirius should’ve known better, she just wanted him to forgive her, she wanted to say sorry but she didn’t know how, she's grown so used to having to manipulate everyone she forgets she doesn't have to, he should’ve known better” James holds him tighter.
I had a dream
I got everything I wanted
But when I wake up, I see
You with me
“Ew” Ursa grumbles from the bed. Really? Couldn’t they get a room? Rude, she’s not dead yet “can you two do that somewhere else?”
“Ursa!” Regulus nearly jumps onto the bed “Are you okay? Do you know where we are?”
“Yes” she rolls her eyes “I told you I’m fine, stop fussing” but when he wraps his arms around her and squeezes her tight James is sure he sees a tiny smile tug at the corners of her lips
“I’ll go get you something to wear”
"Not polyester!" James kisses the top of Regulus’ head the way his mum had before “Look at you, smiling like a fool” Ursa smirks at her brother
“I’m just glad you’re alright”
“Yeah, that’s the relief on your face, but I was talking about the goofy smile on it when he kissed your head. Honestly? a bit cheesy” he snorts and her eyes drift off to the figure standing by the door James left open.
“Are you okay?” Sirius shifts from one foot to the other
“Look at you Siri,” she smirks at her brother “all worried about someone you hate”
“I don’t hate you”
“Of course you don't, I’m way too lovable” she grins at him and pats the spot next to her bed. Blacks never ask for forgiveness, they just move on “Does this mean I can use your hair products?” she peers up at him through her lashes, the same convincing face she wore when they were little and she wanted to cox them into playing with her. Sirius nods with a small smile and all is forgiven “Honestly though, Reggie, James hair? I don’t know how you can be into that, it’s like frizzy, spiky wire”
“Please don’t remind me” Sirius groans, he's still getting around the idea of his little brother dating his soul brother. Bloodless incest if you ask him.
“Why? Are you jealous?” she cocks a brow, this time her signature smirk doesn’t have its usual devilish aspect
“Ew!” he slaps her arms, she shoves him back but frowns at the dizziness the movement brings
James does come back eventually, bearing a shirt and some pants. Ursa mourns her usual silk pajamas.
“Where’s your shampoo?” she sheds the blankets off her body.
“Upstairs” Sirius reaches a hand out for her but she slaps it away.
“Okay” she stands on wobbly feet and aims for the stairs. They try to help her keep her balance but of course she swats their meddlesome hands away. She holds onto the railing and coughs the painful remains of what used to be a torn throat string “Ew” she mumbles to herself
“Do you want me to get Euphie?” Sirius grimaces
“Ew, no. I’m fine”
“At least let me help you—”
“Ew. No!” she swats his hand away, Regulus leans against the wall in unsurprised, unbothered resignation at his siblings bickering “I’m fine. I can do it. I just need the room to stop spinning for a second”
“Ursa, just let us help—” Sirius grabs her arm and she yanks it away
“I don’t need your help”
“Maybe if you just stopped being so prideful for a second—”
“Just because you don’t have anything to be proud of doesn’t mean—”
“Oh, for fuck’s sakes” James sighs and sweeps Ursa off her feet.
“Get your disgusting, meaty, grisly hands off of me” she argues but he ignores her all the way to the bathroom floor. She wipes his touch off her skin with a sour, disgusted look “Nice to know my brother’s boyfriend understands nothing about boundaries or consent” she glares at him and Regulus roll his eyes
“Ignore her” he tells James “she’s just being dramatic”
“But remember James, nothing stings like the truth”
“We’ll leave you to it. Take as long as you need, the towels are in there” he points them out to her, takes the fresh set of clothes from Regulus’ hands and sets it beside the sink. He does all of it with a gentle, kind smile. No simmering anger beneath it. He doesn’t rise to the bait. Bastard might not be as pathetically bone-headed as she thought. Perhaps puberty spared him a few Gehirnzellen (brain cells) after all.
He shuts the door and sits with the Black Brothers as Regulus tells them everything he remembers of that long, awful day.
And it feels like yesterday was a year ago
But I don't wanna let anybody know
'Cause everybody wants something from me now
And I don't wanna let 'em down
“Your sister’s been in there for a long time, you think we should check on her?” James speaks to Regulus’ curls, he’s tucked up against his chest.
“I’ll go” Sirius says, desperate to get away from the canoodling couple which includes his baby brother.
“No, you’ll start fighting. I’ll go” Regulus stumbles to his feet and James steadies him. Sirius wants to argue but knows it’s true so he replaces Regulus' spot and uses James' lap as a pillow. Regulus knocks on the wooden door thrice and two knocks answer back from the other side. He turns back to them “That’s my spot”
“He was my friend first” Sirius argues
“Well I’ve sucked his—”
“LA-RA-DA I can’t hear you” Sirius covers his ears “I’m not hearing about my little brother’s sex life!”
“Move then” Regulus nudges him and, begrudgingly, Sirius does. Regulus needs the comfort right now, it hasn’t even been 24 hours since he was literally tortured. By their sister.
“You used to be nicer. You’ve spent too much time with Ursa”
“She’smy twin.” Regulus buries his face on James chest, the steady heartbeat soothing him
“What’s with the knocks?” James runs his fingers through Regulus’ curls, his favorite thing to do.
“Two means I’m fine, one means help and no knocks mean I’m unconscious, come check I’m not dead”
“When did you add the no knocks part?” Sirius frowns at him but Regulus sinks into James instead of answering “I can’t wait for Moony and Peter to get here so I can stop third wheeling”
“You could try spending time with your sister” James suggests landing a kiss on Regulus’ bushy curls. He means for it to be quick and chaste but Regulus looks up and brushes their lips together instead, savoring in the comfort James brings
“she’s taking a bath and I’ve already rejected our family’s ways, incest included. Now can you two please stop doing that?”
“I’m guessing the stick up your arse isn’t a cock then” Ursa meanders out the bathroom in a long-sleeve black-satin pajama set with silver detailing
“What?” Sirius scowls, not sure if he’s just been insulted but given that this is his derange sister, he probably has
“It means you’re a prude”
“Where did you get those?” James gestures to her pajamas without taking his eyes off Regulus, he still can’t believe the younger Black is sitting here with him, safe. He kisses him again just because he can.
“You gave them to me”
“I gave you sweatpants and a white shirt”
“There’s this little thing called magic, don’t know if you’ve heard of it”
“We’re not supposed to do magic outside of school” James finally looks away from Regulus with alarm “They’ll expel you”
“Didn’t expel me for using an unforgivable outside of school” she shrugs and looks around at the Quidditch posters on the walls and Griffindor paraphernalia "Where are we?” They all freeze “No, not like that. I mean, whose room is this?”
“Sirius'” James doesn’t hesitate
“Shit, you got your own room and everything, huh? A true member of the Potter family” then her signature smirk returns “Dibs.”
“You can’t just call dibs on my room”
“I can and I have. Now go away, Reggie, vos y yo después vamos a hablar pero por ahora,” You and I are going to talk laterbut for now, “I want to sleep, you can sleep with lover boy over there” she scoots herself into the bed and slips the blankets over her shoulders
“Please don’t call me that” James looks like a deer caught in the headlights.
“Ursa we’re already enough of an imposition, the three of us can sleep here”
“I don’t think Jamie will find you an imposition, Reggie” she smirks at the pair and they glow red
“uh… no… ‘course…” James scratches the back of his head and stares at the ground “Reg can… you can sleep with me” Ursa laughs but Sirius doesn’t find it as amusing
“in fact, I’m certain he’d love to get you in position and yes Sirius, I mean a sexual position”
“Ew!” he covers his ears “Don’t make me think about that!”
“But I'm sure they are”
“Fuck you!” he slaps her arm and she shoves him back “I’m not sleeping in the same room as those two, I’ll be permanently traumatized!”
“What makes you think I won’t traumatize you?”
“You’ve already traumatized me all you can”
Sirius regrets his words when he wakes up to a kick on his back that sends him tumbling off the bed in the morning. He punches back and the struggle ends with a not-so-accidental elbow to the eye “Oops” she smirks with unmasked satisfaction and returns soundly to her slumber.
And you say
"As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you
Don't wanna lie here, but you can learn to
If I could change the way that you see yourself
You wouldn't wonder why you hear
'They don't deserve you'"