The End Of The World

Stockholm Syndrom

I will wallow in your sorrow, so I could make it till tomorrow

I don’t know what you want, but I’ll give it all to you

Old or new, it’s all for you. All for you

And when you decide that it’s broken and I no longer afford the token of your love

or even your attention

I will crawl into a hole, with the intention… of dying all alone.

Till you decide to come home.

But don’t worry love I love you, I won’t surrender to the dark

I won’t love the other pretty things

Like air or the rainy park

Where you threw me on a bench, with your wet arms around my neck

Frighteningly violent, but so very passionate

You know I never did mind the bruises or the screaming and excuses

To never look me in the eyes, when I started to cry

Broken bottles, shattered mirrors

All that anger you tried to hide

So deep inside, so deep inside

Now the room has lost its light, and I no longer hold the right

To question you, when you’re ignoring me too

It’s your silence that really kills me, I’d much rather have you hit me

At least then I’d hold your interest, you could play with me all you like

Just remember that I love

you know that I really do

Even when you’re screaming “I wish I could get rid of you”

It’s okay I know you don’t mean it, you don’t need to defend it

You may posses the power now

But it is I who chooses when to end it

So love you’re really stuck with me, there’s no need to pretend

I know that you love me too

It will never ever end

Your hand, my face

Our friend

It will never ever end