I can't believe I'm a grown-up now.
I've never stopped playing pretend.
But it has become bittersweet somehow.
And I know it will be so until my end.
The Boogeyman was my childhood best friend.
Because of him, I've Peter Pan's blood on my hands.

I don't even know how to laugh anymore.
He's still scratching on my wardrobe's door.

I should give up the ghost.
Take it or leave it. Take it or leave it.
I should give up the ghost.
Take it or leave it. Take it or leave it.

I'm trapped with the monster inside my head.
I would rather play hide & sick instead.
It whispers to me: your mind is a freakshow.
Wandering in my dark room, I'm just a ghost.
I've never seen myself so ghastly.
Invisible for eternity.

I keep playing pretend with my crooked friend.
He's the only one who cares about me.

I should give up the ghost.
Take it or leave it. Take it or leave it.
I should give up the ghost.
Take it or leave it. Take it or leave it.

Take it or leave it.
I scare myself to death.

I should give up the ghost.
Take it or leave it. Take it or leave it.
I should give up the ghost.
Take it or leave it. Take it or leave it."