Just another Peter Pan, all this wasted sunlight, I would sooner break my own heart than allow it to be squandered.
The thin veil attempting to disguise sinister eyes, cold like murder, shame on me for the blinders provided by having an open heart.
I sing a brighter song, one never to be heard of the clanking of over blown egos.
Must I continue to remind, my heart lacks the mechanism for backwards travel, to not pay heed is to pay a price far dearer than you dare to care.
I shall forgive much, but never to tolerate indifference,your arrogance will always leave you lonely