neverland.

Out of my tactics you turned around on me

You’re not done watching from the right side

But you shared to me a glance on a weep

I, on the left, only to leave you behind.

I was a toy of once a Neverland lost boy

Only to find out he had me be the lost one

In the corner as I mourn to fanciness and joy

You too were a victim of a bullet from a shotgun.

I was wicked waging wars with no worry

Daydreaming of nightmares for the players

Yet I played you and was never even sorry

In my hands I built my own nightmare.

I forgot you were a victim of pain from infatuation

I who held anguish like a baseball hit you

You bat the ball back and mirrored my reasons

In horror I faced darkness with bruise in scarlet hue.#