Monday, June 4, 2012

Stockholm Syndrome

They didn’t watch me, watch me
They left me alone, all alone
Then they came for me, those others
They came and took me with them

It wasn’t long before they pawed on me
It wasn’t long before they played with me
It wasn’t long before they taught me
If I wanted to eat, I’d better be kind

And sure enough, he came along
That one they reported to all the time
He was the on who’d ordered them, ordered them
To take me, shake me, and break me

Pleased to see me, see me
Pleased to feel me, feel me
I pleased his whims and he
He saved my life from them

He was the one I depended on, dependent
He was my protector, defender
He was the only one I came to
He was, he was, he was my life

A little time did pass, it passed
And all the while he was my life
When they finally decided they cared again
I didn’t want to, want to hear from them

I clung to him, he fought for me
They tried to hurt me, hurt me
They tried to, managed to kill him
And now they’ve got me, but

They can’t take my life
Only I can do that

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