The 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?