A toast of tequila to your drunken night –
you inhaled too much of that magic dust.
He swept you off to Neverland,
caught trapped in front of a barrel of a gun,
sacrificed your soul for his happy thoughts,
tried to rescue that little boy lost.
Hush now, forget that place between sleep and awake.
Your death awaits with out trust and faith.
Fairies are made to sparkle like stars
just as men outgrow shadows of their past.
Stop chasing dreams of make believe.
Everything now is not really what it seemed.
Rest now, you already died the day he said goodbye.
stellarleni 