Mother those are just words of your storys,

they don´t mean anything.

Look, it´s so poor.

Peter Pan, Pixiedust.

Childist nonsens... 



I am not a child now,

I can take care of myself.

I must not let them down now, 

must not let them se me cry.

I´m fine, I´m fine.



I´m to tired to listen,

I´m to old to belive, all this childist stories.

There is no such thing as faith,

mhm trust, and pixiedust.



I´ll try, but it´s so hard to belive.

I´ll try, but I can´t see what you see.

I´ll try, I´ll try, I´ll try!



My whole wold is changing,

I don´t where to turn.

I can´t leave you waiting,

but I can´t stear and watch the sind, burn

mhm watch it burn.



Couse I´ll try, but it´s so hard to belive.

I´ll try, but I can´t see what you see.

I´ll try, I´ll try, 

I´ll try and try to understand the distans in between.

The love I feel, the things I fear.

And a single dream.



I can finally see it,

now I have to belive.

All those preshus stories,

all though the world is made of faith,

and trust and pixiedust.



So I´ll try, 

cause I finally belive.

I´ll try,

cause I can see what you see!

I´ll try, I´ll try.

I will try, I´ll try-eoiie  - to fly!



Lena: I will always belive in you Peter Pan!