Staring at her toes
then just wiggling her nose
isn't gonna make their eyes open wide
I'm thinking that she knows
but still thinks it's worth a go
and there's no big crowd here to shout her down
Money burns like ice on her bare skin
melting her insides with the expected precision
This is what she's told
This is what she's told
This how she fits the mould
This is how Hermione's smile was sold
I remember it so wide
Not from haughtiness or pride
Just that open hope found floating alone
Not that she never frowned
But the reasons then were sound
Not stolen, twisted, broken from words unspoken
Burnt into her eyes, not in tattooed skin
These things can't be erased once they've been etched in
This is what she's told
This is what she's told
This what we'll see define her soul
This is how Hermione's smile was sold
Burning in her heart, tightening her skin
Bright and wide is now a Christmas card grin
This is what she's told
This is what she's told
This isn't what they call control
This is how Hermione's smile was sold
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