Peter pan,
could not admit he has become a man.
He smashed the mirror into a million bits,
now all he seems to do is stare and sit,
painting picture of a life that he’ll never find,
inside his troubled mind.

There’s a sweet little guy called Mars
each night he cries:
‘this ain’t the place I’m meant to be’
He hides his dreams deep within a wodden box
he hides his secret deep within his woolen sox.
Life will pass him by,
inside his troubled mind.

—  Troubled Minds, Marina and the Diamonds