Once upon a time, I heard you speak; I thought you were really mean.

Man, if I’d just known, I would have never followed you.

Finding you again felt like freezing cold, but I kept on.


Neverland was your destiny, a fairytale home for the old.

Have you ever thought about when you were born?

You are locked in a clock, forever young.


Kissing princesses was your only job, you never had enough.

Tinkerbell lost hope and stopped following you.

It is time to feel blue.


There will be no haven for you in the days to come.

You don’t care, I know.

And so, he lived happily ever after.


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