The Lost Boys

We see the world differently in a way much unadorned.
But for the outcast, it is so stunning.
It has to be beautiful, for what other reason would they abandon their families, betray their friends, and sell their self.
It must be beautiful, the world that they live in.
They fly in there world with their pixie dust, just like Petter Pan.
Faith in the meth to take them to a place far away,
Their only trust is to their own scared faces,
And only the pixie dust can get them there.
Faith trust and pixie dust is all the lost boys need.
But we see our world differently in a way much unadorned.
In a druggies dreams, they don’t need magic to take them way.