How romantic, for Peter have treated me as Wendy.
He set aside the fairy,
But who would have thought he would leave me?
Did I made myself like the fairy?
I thought I am the goddess that you'll marry?
Now, why do I feel empty?
Is it because I gave you many?
Am I not enough to make you happy?
I thought there is serendipity.
I thought, magically,
You belong to me.
I think this is where I should be.
Not forcing the things that I shouldn't be.
Maybe I should face the reality.
That I'm not yours,
And you're not mine.
And you're not meant for me.