You put me down
Then pick me up
You take the blame
Then pass the buck
If i'm Peter Pan
Then your Captain Hook
We're sat opposite ends of the table
You want money, fame and fortune
You think it's strange that i'll 'just' settle for love
You walk with you head hanging down
While i like to keep looking up
You glass is half empty
But your intentions aren't sour
But it feels like your waiting
For the dark Witching Hour
My glass is half full
This is what i can't understand
Cos you always ask if you can take my hand
I'm always here
I hope you know
We're just opposite ends of the table
I'm Peter Pan
And your Captain Hook
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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