| Current mood: |  gloomy |
| Current music: | the silence 'amalie' |
A FiRST FOR EVERYTHiNG.
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 depressions toy
And she knows me by name
Sometimes even Angels do bleed
(this is how it feels)
But do they pretend its ok?
Stay, stay awhile and watch me bleed memories
Trapped inside the house with me
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 ok?
(this is how it feels to choke)
So Amelie I had to let you go this dead boy must hide all alone
Amelie you killed the shadows outside this dark wishing-well
Its not about, its 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 ok?
(this is how it feels to choke)
So Amelie I had to let you go this dead boy must hide all alone
Amelie you killed the shadows inside this dark cell
So I wish you well and I know it hurts Amelie
So I wish you well and I know it hurts Amelie
Your fiend the ghost
The dead boy
(Read comments)
|
