Here we go. The pain again. The knives cutting the skin. Manipulated. Burnt. Played. Ruined. God, all over again. She’ll never grow up. Stuck in her neverland. Flying away. Leaving the ones that love her in pain. A child masked. I’ll never love her the way I did. Never again. All alone. Let her in. Let her go. Let her in again. Now l’m all alone. Someone will mean the world to her. I hope they make her happy. I hope she doesn’t break them like she broke me. Like she’s broke so many of us. Cause she flies back from neverland believing its all ok. Cut me open. I hate that she must. But she must pick a world. Neverland or earth. There or here. Imagination or reality. I’m sorry I was blind enough to fall in love again. Our kisses meant something to me, but not her. I knew that. I tricked my self into forgetting that. Into believing otherwise. I don’t cry for her anymore. She’s happy in her neverland. Her reality is hard. I get that. We all need a neverland. Eventually we all have to grow up. She will someday. I don’t blame her but it’s just too hard to forgive her. She’ll be loved, I know it. But it won’t be by me. Not anymore. I’m jut too disappointed. I’m sorry. I loved you. I’ll be here for you but I’ll never love you. Say hi to peter pan for me.
With broken love, Wolfgang.