well alright, my dear friend.
there is no need to play pretend.
If you want, you can sleep in the sand;
you were never the kind to withstand.
be that as it may
i was always the kind to say:
your garb is bound to rend,
and your will be found to bend.
was that truly a loving hand?
or an invitation to never-Neverland?
alas, i bid you no dismay;
and i will gladly accompany you on your way.