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