I don't want to see another tomorrow.
I don't want to stay here for one more day.
Let me fade away with the darkness
and crumble instantly
Like shattered clay.
Or would you have me leap from my fourth-storey window
and fly to Neverland
where the lostboys are at play?
Help me to listen to what my heart is whispering
Cuz' I can't seem to hear.
The silence of the night is so deafening
and the whirring fan in my lonely room
is spelling out my imminent doom;
telling me that if I leap from my fourth-storey window
I won't have to stay here for one more day,
and I would fly off to Neverland
where the lostboys are at play.
---- 8th November 2003.
