Stockholm Syndrome
Attracted like a naive moth to a flame,
There was no one but me to be blamed.
Wandering alone in this smoky, dark haze,
My heart, body, and soul became ablaze.
Sweet, loving words blindfolded my eyes,
Building a home in those pitch black skies.
Lost in life's endless, bothersome...
There was no one but me to be blamed.
Wandering alone in this smoky, dark haze,
My heart, body, and soul became ablaze.
Sweet, loving words blindfolded my eyes,
Building a home in those pitch black skies.
Lost in life's endless, bothersome...