Stockholm Syndrome
My last for this week. I’ve enjoyed it!
What’s the matter,
why don’t you answer?
What’s the matter with me?
Cause it’s so hard to be
Free and easy,
we’ll disappear completely
Hardly as I’ve known it’s glad
You’re heart is broken,
and the doors are open
As you’re hoping to be
There’s brighter places
to see
Hands need warning,
early in the morning
Hardly as I’ve
known a surprise
No, don’t warn me
I know it’s wrong,
but I swear it
won’t take long
And I know, you know,
It makes me sigh;
I do believe in love
Another season,
but the same old feelings
Another reason could be
I’m tired of aching,
summer’s what you make it
But I’ll believe
what I want to believe
