Stockholm Syndrome

Let me up, let me up, let me up I’ve had enough
Time to go, go for self
But I don’t know nobody else
When I go start again I’ll make so many new friends
I’m still young, I’m still fun
I’m not fooling anyone
You’re begging me please
Not to pack my shit and leave
And I know you’re just calling my bluff
I’m sick of feeling sick and now I don’t want anymore
Let me up I’ve had enough
It’s the twist of the knife
Been committed my whole life
Check my phone check my mail
Check it all I’m setting sail
Left for dead left for dead
Tied me down and fucked my head
Was I wrong? Was I cruel?
Can you play if there’s no rules?
The few friends I kept tell me get up and go
Am I safer to dance with the devil I know?
I’ll have nothing to claim I’ll have nothing to show
I wanna see this whole world that I’ve missed
Blow this candle out and I’ll make my wish
I’ll just stay
I’ll just stay
It’s the price I’ve gotta pay
I’ve been blind, wrong before
Can’t quite make it out the door