Stockholm
You kidnapped my soul and body.
You played god and you wanted war.
Your affection filled of perfection
To release ur perfect crime!
Once you got me doomed and tired,
I was weak, so def and blind...
I was slave and you were master.
I enjoyed burying my dreams!
You, Prince Charming in the woods,
Notice I rather real life!
If Judas kissed Jesus, You...
You made a ritual from a scar!
You poured your salty elixir
Inside my body exposed in pain!
If you decide it and game is over...
I will play it by myself...
Before you I was my own risk
You saved me from my regrets!
But you had one only condition...
You should be my risk instead!
I agreed... I was unminded!
You were feeding on my fears.
All your talking was temptation...
If I lost you, I'd cut my wrists!

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