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Lost Boy
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Lost boy, tell me...
Did you really believe...?
Or did you just dream...?
Continuing to see things as they seem.
Oh, Lost boy, I laugh at you
How could such things ever be true?
This world is filled with liars, and cheats
And when pain comes, we all retreat.
Go ahead, accuse me, I don’t care
I know of your lies, I’ve been aware
It’s my skill, my own personal art
To see through others, then rip them apart
You saw my halo, came to me as your savior.
Baby, those were horns, I’m a manipulator
Don’t for a second, think I’d save you, lost boy
You were nothing, a mere toy
Congrats, at a failed test
You proved you’re no different from the rest
It’s alright though, I’m sure you tried your best
But fortunately, I could see through your BS
I cared for two beautiful people only
They dragged me out of darkness when I was lonely
They’re the reason I exist
Without them, I’d still be on deaths list
Lost boy, you thought you’d win me over, then do me dirty
But in the end, you’re just another lost boy, you weren’t worthy
You called me love, with the occasional sir
But “my lover” was not a title you’d ever deserve
Now run along, lost boy, to Neverland
I hope you take some time to think as your feet hit the sand
Have fun with your lovers, go play pretend
But I hope one day, they too see through you, and understand
That you aren’t someone with whom they should want to hold hands.
Lost boy, tell me...
Did you really believe...?
Or did you just dream...?
Continuing to see things as they seem.
Oh, Lost boy, I laugh at you
How could such things ever be true?
This world is filled with liars, and cheats
And when pain comes, we all retreat.
Go ahead, accuse me, I don’t care
I know of your lies, I’ve been aware
It’s my skill, my own personal art
To see through others, then rip them apart
You saw my halo, came to me as your savior.
Baby, those were horns, I’m a manipulator
Don’t for a second, think I’d save you, lost boy
You were nothing, a mere toy
Congrats, at a failed test
You proved you’re no different from the rest
It’s alright though, I’m sure you tried your best
But fortunately, I could see through your BS
I cared for two beautiful people only
They dragged me out of darkness when I was lonely
They’re the reason I exist
Without them, I’d still be on deaths list
Lost boy, you thought you’d win me over, then do me dirty
But in the end, you’re just another lost boy, you weren’t worthy
You called me love, with the occasional sir
But “my lover” was not a title you’d ever deserve
Now run along, lost boy, to Neverland
I hope you take some time to think as your feet hit the sand
Have fun with your lovers, go play pretend
But I hope one day, they too see through you, and understand
That you aren’t someone with whom they should want to hold hands.
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