Because If the Grass Is Greener On the Other Side It's Fake

Neverland, Neverland.

There's a breeze blowing in Neverland.
The kind of breeze that brings such relief it's impossible to ignore.
After its inevitable pass, you'll have time to wonder; was it ever really there in the first place?

Neverland, Neverland.
What are you?
A place where reality is not as it should be, surely.
But the reality of what?
The expectations?
The abuse?

There are lilacs blooming in Neverland.
They arrive only with the promise that you'll save her.
She'll be happy here. She'll be secure.

Neverland, Neverland.
How could you?
You promised I could protect her.
Why is she hurting?
You've poisoned her, Neverland.

There's grief brewing in Neverland.
You weren't enough.
The effort you put in was limited by your belief that you could control her.
She's dead, Neverland.