There is stuff to say,
You just don't let me say it.
There's another way to play,
You just won't let me try it.
You tell me to use words,
But words cannot express it:
This frustration inside,
This feeling it's all a lie.

I'm used to 'second lives',
But where have they all gone.
I thought there was a guide for this;
I guess that I was wrong.
You ask for me to act my age;
I just want time to stop.
There's no expressing this;
I've known it all along.

I wanna go back to Peter Pan;
I wanna go back to Neverland.
But when you glue my feet
Upon this ground,
I cannot find my way around.
I need my chance to fly (and crash, yet try).

I promise I'll come back
When I fly away.
It's just the pressure inside;
I need a holiday.
I know it'll all be over one day,
But that means I want this time to play.
So who are you to be blaming me
For spending freetime curring my insanity.

Other lives are my release,
Their life exchanged for my own.
But then you take it away,
Giving my purpose a different tone.
When you take it away,
I'm only fighting to get it back,
And that's not your reason for doing that.
That's not your reason for doing that.

If I can't live with the temptation now,
Then how will I when I'm on my own.
You can't see what all's inside,
You only see what you think I've shown.

I wanna go back to Peter Pan;
Wanna go back to Neverland.
But when you glue my feet
Upon this ground,
I cannot find my way around.
I need my chance to fly (and crash, yet try).

I'll crash some day, I know,
But still I gotta try.