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