Neverland
Think happy thoughts
Maybe you will fly
That’s what we’ve been taught
Since before the years passed by
Now more than ever you are stuck to the ground
Depression, rage, guilt
They tie you down
To this stone wall you’ve built
Now more than ever you want a Neverland
Second star to the right straight on til morn’
But everything seems to be out of your hands
The perfect white dress stained red and torn
It’s out of your hands, but not your head
The merri-go-rounds of negativity spinning
Leave wishing you stayed in bed
Because, maybe doing nothing is winning?
Try this instead, it worked for me
Think happy thoughts
Float above the trees
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