He wants to point a crooked finger, that's fine I'll take the blame. But when he finally stops to think,  he'll realize the cycle is the same.

Can you love half a person? Who only shows a glimpse of who they are?  Would you move an entire family,  based on a single shooting star?

I used to count the hours, for a conversation I couldn't reach. Yet now he wants to preach, the lack of a fair resignation speech.

It could be laughable really,  if it wasn't so **** sad. I used to believe he was the purest dream, that I ever had.  

I will be the monster, but I see in a clear perspective view. You can feed me all the guilt you want, but I'll just coke on the shards of you.

I always thought it was brave of Wendy,  to love a boy who refused to grow. To get caught up in his wonderlust, to fly and mock the crow.

She let him sweep her off her feet, with dust that shined so bright. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and they fled into the night.

Love is a curse in Neverland, unbroken by gypsy magic of old. Peter has a reputation though, tales among the campfire told.

The crocodile turned its clock back, to synchronize with Wendy's furious cries. The lost boys lined up with tissues, to sob their last goodbyes.

Maybe Wendy fell apart when she returned home, emotion finally giving to tears. Only in dreams will she remember him now, as her Neverland disappears.

This man resembles shadow, his world is bleak and grey. But I would give him all of me, just to make him stay.

He is my favorite fascination, and I told him this from the start. Cupids arrow cursed us both, when it broke on hardened heart.

I never did deserve him, the truth now scattered in what we've left behind.  All the beauty that he is, but whats most magnificent is his mind.

I long to brighten up his world, and banish all his sorrow. To give him back what he's given me, hope that burns for a better tomorrow.

Never could I put to words, just how he makes me feel. He whispers that  he's just a ghost, but to me he's very real.