A Peter Pan Fairy Tale

You look in the mirror and you see an overweight mess, begging for help.

It screams and shouts hoping you will finally see the beast inside.

Hoping you’ll notice the pain and release the tide.

Your washing all the hurt away, like some Peter Pan fairy tale

But you aren’t quite just a lost boy yet.

You’re still in my dreams and perfect to me.

Don’t wash yourself away in the things they all say

You’re not an overweight mess.

You’re just a secure, underaged, vulnerable, skinny little child

Wishing for a fairy tale, a Peter Pan like dream.

The sticks and stones won’t break your bones

Every stone they throw makes you stronger.

Every stick they hit you with builds your pride brighter.

The days grow weaker, the nights grow stronger

Your life seems worthless; your body feels heartless.

But baby you're a diamond in a dozen and to me you’re priceless.

Pick up the plate and put down the blade.

Look in the mirror and see what I see.

Who cares what they say,

Baby trust me they will pay.

Their actions speak louder than words

But their words are a bullet to the mind.

And their actions are a bullet train to the gut.

Now you’re in the bathroom spitting back up the trust

You thought you once had with the ones you love.

But you soon began to realize

The ones you love are the ones you hate.

The ones that you can’t trust are the ones you find trusting.

Baby get out of this fantasy world!

A shadow's not going to pass you by and take you to Neverland.

But baby I will defiantly be your Peter Pan.

The sticks and stones won’t break your bones.

Every stone they throw makes you stronger.

Every stick they hit you with builds your world brighter.

The days grow weaker, the nights grow better

Your life seems worthless; your body feels heartless.

Baby you're a diamond in a dozen and to me you’re priceless.

I see this world growing bigger

While you’re growing smaller.

You think you need to change but baby you're perfect.

Your smile brightens my day

Your eyes are the stars to my moon.

You’re a precious little girl trying to travel to a fantasy world

Where everything is perfect and the skies are blue.

Well baby this isn’t a storybook

But there’s plenty of Captain Hooks.

They’ll rock your world

Turn it upside down and show you the moon.

But don’t you worry, I’ll be your Peter Pan.

I’ll take you by the hand and show you the world.

Now listen I know you're hurting.

I know you’re in pain, and I know you don’t want to admit it.

I know the sticks and stones won’t break your bones

But girl, you surely are growing weaker.

I mean who are you trying to impress, this is your world now.

There’s just ordinary people living in it.

They just try to tell you how to live it

And how to stay alive.

Baby you’re my Wendy.

And I’m your Peter Pan.

Seems to me your clock has stopped ticking.

Let’s hold hands as I take you to Neverland.