I will still love you in some
I will serve you until I have no feelings to share
And you don't seem to give a damn.
Here's my martyrdom: Like me, love me because I cant love myself.
I've developed Stockholm Syndrome for this place and your piece of my mind.
There’s no love in this room for your approval.
Its a need not a want
The want is in all the wrong places
And the need is too much too consume
Talk to me softly so I cant hear your hate
And I will pretend. I will pretend.
Void of hate. Void of Love. Purgatory at its finest