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I am barely breathing.
This place is killing me.
Soon I will be leaving.
To never look back because there is nothing to look back to.
Sometime, I will be able to breath, let the air fill my lounges.
Sometime, I will be able to smell, smell the fragrance of your hair.
Sometime, baby maybe sometime, I will get the right to call you my own.
I will make it through this mess I am in.
And so will you.
We will become strong, together.
Together, in Neverland.
This place is killing me.
Soon I will be leaving.
To never look back because there is nothing to look back to.
Sometime, I will be able to breath, let the air fill my lounges.
Sometime, I will be able to smell, smell the fragrance of your hair.
Sometime, baby maybe sometime, I will get the right to call you my own.
I will make it through this mess I am in.
And so will you.
We will become strong, together.
Together, in Neverland.
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