Here I am left alone inside myself A wishing well, paradox of emotion The Seed that made me grow into this lonely boy It spits and calls you depression's toy And she knows me by name Sometimes even angels do bleed (this is how it feels) But do they pretend its okay? Stay a while and watch me bleed memories Trapped inside this house with me It's haunting The day I grew into this ugly boy This place to call my home is dead to me And she knows me by name Sometimes even angels do bleed (this is how it feels) But do they pretend its okay? (this is how it feels to choke) So Amalie I have to let you go This dead boy must hide all alone Amalie you k**ed the shadows outside this dark wishing well It's not about the things you say It's the emotion and the look on your face All the things I used to know and used to feel Sometimes even angels do bleed (this is how it feels) But do they pretend its okay? (this is how it feels to choke) So Amalie I have to let you go this dead boy must hide all alone Amalie you k**ed the shadows inside this dark cell So I wish you well and I know it hurts, Amalie Your friend, the ghost The dead boy