There is no denying we both feel it,
nothing more to try and understand.
Cause you’re the peter to my wendy,
Who won’t take me to neverland.

I know the feeling has to be there.
I know you must have felt it too.
Because suddenly the clouds of black,
Have overcome your sky of blue.

And I feel as though it all ends tonight.
I think it’s best you leave.
Cause you're the bottle of painkillers,
Which eventually murders me.