You really thought you were special
Playing together, it was only pretend
Everything about him is
m a k e - b e l i e v e.
You thought that you were different, didn't you?
Even though you knew he'd been in "love"
So many times before.
He's forgetful,
No matter how he promises
He won't remember you
He hardly remembers anthing after it's happened
Because he's a little boy
He cannot dwell on past actions
Because that would imply growth
And he will n e v e r grow up
So when Hook is finally defeated and
The Lost Boys are itching to meet Mrs. Darling
Don't expect him to come along and live
H a p p i l y e v e r a f t e r
With you.
Go home, Wendy
To your drawer of dreams
And you keep that kiss of his
On the corner of your mouth
But always remember while you dream of him
He won't be dreaming of you.
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