And here I am feeling in my skin the Stockholm Syndrom
Missing the person that manipulated me so badly
Kept me there as a plan B
Lying about everything
Wanting your attention
Knowing I shouldn't have contact with you anymore
That you actually do not care
Or ever cared
Could that be really true?
How can I be so naive not to have seen it?
To believed you
Me, the idiot
Attached to strings
Manipulated by the other players
Left in pieces
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