i'm just a kid;
each night i shouldn't feel the
urge to cry you a river.
take me to church so that i
can pray to peter pan to
fly me far far away,
and take me to neverland.
maybe then i can
finally get my birthday wishes.
come on,
i just want to feel special for
one day a year at least,
sort of like those fairy lights
you have hung up in your bedroom
from our local dollar store.
you know,
it's truly sad that you'll never
see the real ones,
because the real ones glimmer
in the moonshine like seashells
by the shores at night.
let me tell you a secret,
a fact.
when all your friends live
miles
and
miles
away from you...
you get lonely.
let me borrow that
shooting star of yours,
so maybe then i'll make it to tomorrow.
- monophobia.
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