Stuck. That's what I am. Stuck in a four white cornered room. I'm told I'll never escape.
I've wanted to be found.
Somehow not anymore. Your looks, your voice, your hair... you're all I ever think about.
Coming in every morning. Hanging out with me. Getting to know me.
This feeling I've never thought I'd ever feel for you. I'm getting used to you. Something you must have done. All I ever thought was how to leave until I got to know you.
The next day you come in. A little man by your side. He's so small and adorable. Hiding behind you.
I can't help but notice your eyes. In them I see crystal blue lies and a reason behind you.
Wanting to meet me, the little boy wanted to see me. He said you've been thinking about running away, but you've changed your mind.
He said you've never acted this way and now he sees why.
Somethings she's got, that I can't describe. I'm falling for you and i can't seem to think why.
This somethings she's got is stockholm syndrome.
I've always keep to myself, never interferred, and always been on my own.
Everything changed and I want you to be part of my life. You helped me escape but you cant leave. I can't let you be here.
"Look what you've done to me," I said. "I can't help but feel this way. I don't want to be any where if it's not with you."
"I've got your stockholm syndrome and your heart is my new home."
