You say you really know me
But exactly how much of me do you really understand?
they build you up, just to crush you down
Monday, January 31, 2011 / 12:49 AM


Sometimes I wish I were like Peter Pan
Off in a far away fantasy land
Playing with faeries, no troubles, no worries
Flying away to places only in stories
Timeless forever, no future, no past, only today in my wake
To be a carefree child once again is the only wish that I make
But I have seen too much and gone too far
Falling again and again like a shooting star



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