Stockholm Syndrome

so...after another night dreaming about escaping from imprisonment and getting into more and more traps, I woke up with this song in my head which pretty much shows my masochistic violent mood swings

I won't stand in your way
Let your hatred grow
and she'll scream and she'll shout and she'll cry
and she had a name yes she had a name

And i wont hold you back
let your anger rise
and we'll fly and we'll fall and we'll burn
no one will recall, no one will recall

This is the last time I'll abandon you
And this is
The last time I'll forget you
I wish I could


and I am not satisfied by the too many inconveniences I've created in order to escape boredom, at that point I consider them all as mistakes