Locked in today, never to leave,
as our childhood takes its leave,
and as you cling to it tightly,
to frivolity slightly.
You will never want to grow up-
it makes me want to throw up-
you swear you will never change,
but will time force you to that change?
You can’t be a Peter Pan,
and you can’t go to Neverland.
When will you look up and see
what’s happened to you and to me?