your mind is a maze with no end
now i’m amazed to no end
remember the night around the den?
we were something before you left for neverland
tell me, will my longing ever end?
they said wendy always waits for peterpan
but waiting is a bizarre concept i will never comprehend
did you not hear what they have been saying?
that im a loner with no sign of happy ending
not one soul would trust my instinct
people tend to believe i would fall for your sweet nothing
and i would run to your embrace first thing in the morning
but your fire keeps the brittle heart from mourning
and i’m a sucker for the little things
little did they know peter always comes for his Darling