I sneak back through your window but not fast enough, not quiet enough. Your head turns and Wendy, I see the hope in your eyes. And I see the disappointment.

I'm not who you expected, am I Wendy?

Just a little boy. And you're so old and beautiful. You've outgrown me.

I should face it, and leave. Quick as I can, go back to Neverland and live with the lost boys (who haven't been around) and Tinkerbell (who already said she doesn't want to see me back around).

Instead I lie under an old oak tree in your back yard and I watch the stars and I wonder, why won't she come out and look for me?

You could. Sneak out your bedroom window and fall into the night, run around aimlessly, looking for someone who doesn't really exist anymore. The old little boy you used to know, when you were a little girl.

God, Wendy, what would be the point?

We're over. We're over.

Why won't you come and save me?

I need you. We're over.

We hardly even began.

I miss you.

I've cried a river and drowned in my own tears before, finally, I fall asleep.