Stockholm Syndrome

I was in foreign lands A virgin to commitment I was lost You took me by the hand A promise of a lifetime At what cost I wanted everything But freedom was the last thing on my mind I wanted everything A hostage to the love I couldn't find But every time I cry The pain gets more appealing And with every single lie I get this funny feeling That I've not been home for so so long The thought of going back seems so so wrong I was a lonely soul And no one took the time to learn my name I was delusional Confused and out of hope until you came I wanted everything But freedom was the last thing on my mind I wanted everything A hostage to the love I couldn't find But every time I cry The pain gets more appealing And with every single lie I get this funny feeling That I've not been home for so so long The thought of going back seems so so wrong Fill me up Inject me with false hope Build me up And toss me when I'm broke I've not been home for so so long The thought of going back seems so so wrong No I've not been home for so so long The thought of going back seems so so wrong And every time I cry The tears get more transparent And with every single lie You're fueling this addiction Yes every time I cry The pain gets more appealing And with every single lie I get this funny feeling I've not been home for so so long The thought of going back seems so so wrong No I've not been home for so so long The thought of going back seems so so wrong