Does it kill you at all to see my name?
Do you remember at all when we were friends?
I'd have supported you and held your hand,
you went from my friend to some stranger in a heartbeat
When the day is over,
And I still care about you,
Your caricature of happiness,
your parody of pain,
now that Peter Pan is gone,
Wendy feels empty again.
Perhaps if she was just as pretty,
Peter could still be here today.
But now he's gone.
And I still care about you,
Your caricature of happiness,
your parody of pain,
now that Peter Pan is gone,
Wendy feels empty again
