You push and I pull, you bend, I break,
It’s simply just a twisted fate.
I stitched the cracks you left behind,
While you rewrote me in their minds.
Every scar wore your disguise,
Every truth dissolved in lies.
I carried us until I drowned,
You smiled while you pulled me deeper down.
I wore the blame like borrowed skin,
You called it love—I called it giving in.
I had to lie to get people to like you,
You had to lie to get people to hate me.
You painted halos over your hands,
And left the blood where they couldn’t see.
Was it love, or just rose tinted misery?
Did I mistake chains for sympathy?
I whispered your name like a prayer—
Now all I hear is Stockholm syndrome singing back to me.
I believed every word you spun,
Never asking what you’d done.
I watched my reflection disappear,
Learning to be smaller every year.
You kissed my forehead, called me home,
Then made sure I was always alone.
How did I become the ghost,
While you played the victim most?
If I was the monster in your story,
Why do your fingerprints cover all of me?
I had to lie to get people to like you,
You had to lie to get people to hate me.
You turned my silence into guilt,
Built your kingdom out of debris.
Was it love, or just possession?
A cage disguised as loyalty?
I whispered your name like a prayer—
Now all I hear is Stockholm syndrome singing back to me.
I loved the girl beneath the war,
Or maybe I loved who she was before.
I searched for light inside your fire,
Fed every hunger, every desire.
But ashes can’t become a home,
No matter how long I stayed.
I don’t miss you—
I miss the person I was before you.
You push and I pull, I bend, you break…
It’s simply just a twisted fate.
I had to lie to get people to like you,
You had to lie to get people to hate me.
Now the echoes know the truth,
Even if they never believed me.
The chains fall quiet one by one—
No more Stockholm syndrome.
No more carrying your name.
No more bleeding just to prove
I ever loved you.
