The police man rattles on about stokholm syndrom
And paces in the room
He tries to crack me but he's the one to crack
He shouts at me"Cry for a shadow
A ghost of a man"
So hard to hold...but mine
His choices are mine
I must be accountable
I know what's underneath the masks
I've pried everyone loose
Stared at or down the demons
So don't try and tell me I don't know
like I couldn't possibly see
Love is blind not retarded
And I could remain speechless and be just as sure
I think I will start now...