Strings And Scars

(one, two, three, four)

Bella walked in thinking she's the queen

Big talk, same old recycled scene

Harry used to think for himself,

no doubt

Now you're writing every word that comes out

Bella, you're all hype,

no class Turning good mates into your little cast Harry used to

shine, now he's playing your part

Looks like you borrowed his spine and his heart

You call it love,

but everyone can see He's not himself—that's the tragedy You love attention,

love the spotlight glow But real respect's something you'll never know (ooh-ooh-ooh)

Changed his laugh, changed his style

Just to keep you happy for a little while You can keep

the version you've remade

Built on drama that'll eventually fade

Real ones don't need strings to pull

A puppet's only useful while the show's still full

(no strings to

pull)

So take a bow if that's your game

Chasing clout instead of a name We'll remember Harry from back in

the day

Before Bella came and pulled him away

(pulled him away)