I wanted to run away with you.
I wanted to take your very very cold hands and take you somewhere far away.
Somewhere nobody would knew us.
And I could shield you from all the sadness and darkness and madness and the pain that you have suffered. Then, little by little I would heal your scars. The ones on the surface and if you let me, the ones that are within. Seeing you heal would be my remedy and I would heal on my one. But I can't run away with you, can I? Even if I could you wouldn't let me would you?
Even as a dream it is a long shot but oh how much I wished I could be your Peter pan and take you to my neverland.
The thing is you don't need a peter pan. All your life you have fought.
For you, for your sister, and you know nothing but fighting. Always fighting alone. Not because you have nobody, because you need nobody. You are already strong. You are already, your Peter pan. :)
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