Last 3 letters of the spring

The way birds stop chirping 

The way even the forest freezes

The way your home isn’t home anymore, but a jungle—there is no way I am actually gone

I am still here, I am still here

They, the lost boys, are forever lonely

one-time pass for the bygone

meaning

disclosure: If I tell you the truth, can you promise to keep it true?

And I might miss the mischievous young boy

‘cause all I needed to know I learned from your smile—gold-coloured coin has missed its toss

Would I draw the luck? Maybe in another life 

Peter Pan is finally growing up

what the fuck is the actual difference?