2 acessos
Peter Pan want Neverland
I wannabe your favorite creep/
be the dust of your vice/
you're the sequel of my disease/
you're the impression in the ice.
I know you don't believe in me/
am a god without a mean/
am the perception of the night/
am the superman without a sense of fight.
I'll to retreat my rib to stay same your man/
I don't love you, but am a addicted man/
you're the false beauty in the screen/
you're the answer for my sins.
She has a pretty pink tongue/
I hope be not wrong/
wannabe inside of your hand-mirror/
I wish be your last error.
My name is Peter Pan (keep away of me)/
obsecated in a a girl made of sand/
she had eyes, but she can't see/
your name is Neverland.
"Peter Pan want Neverland-this is not a game"
oliver kayo sete