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They think I am a child
maybe its what I do and say
perhaps how I convince children
to only remain and play
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They think I know nothing
of the way life can be
but they never stopped to think
how the world is the way I see
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I used to have a mother
and a father was there I'm sure
I can't seem to recall the past
as clearly as when my heart was pure
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Something long ago must have
spurred me to remain
I must have been a masochist
for having stayed throughout the pain
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It wasn't all fun and games
like in the stories that you hear
we fought and lost over again
I've been worn away by the fear
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I'm sick of losing friends
and having to let go
I'm sick of fighting Captain Hook
I can't remember what started it you know
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I wished I never would grow up
but apparently it was a lie
because its hard to stay a child
when you have to watch friends die
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Couldn't he just let it go
I'm sure I meant no harm
Couldn't I just walk away
hadn't the fun of battle lost its charm?
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Now I'm all alone
No one to hear me cry
Even TinkerBell is gone
No one to help me fly
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I'm sick of staying here
but I can't seem to get out
One way out with no way up
my throat raw from the shout
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Can't someone hear me?
I don't care who, anyone
A tap on my shoulder, Captain Hook
now our game is done
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I've waited a long while
for this day to come
Draw your sword and I my knife
An ending better than some
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Its what I've waited all my life
ever since this pain began
He stabs me, I don't fight back.
Finally...the long awaited death of Peter Pan.
~*~