The Lost Boys

I make lines

They represent reality

It becomes harsh

The lines do too

They see it as pain

Angst

Loneliness

Stop looking with your eyes

They only obscure

There's a whole side you'll never see

Look at them like ladders

How far I climbed

How far I struggled

Before long I'll make it to the end

Bittersweet

To me it is

Everyone will miss me

Only if I'm gone

If I think twice it's not my time

And everytime I do

Someday I'll go to Neverland

And see my good friend Peter

Where I'll never grow up

And help those like me

They deserve better

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