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I'm at my worst help me change the curse
No reasons left to believe, get rid of myself
But i know i'm not wasting my time
A change could only occur sometimes in the future

I leave the thoughts that run riots in your mind
Refuse to exist, pump of my fist

I've got handcuffs on my wrists
I'm bound to my guiltiness
I'm chained to your memory

Let me find my way out

I've got handcuffs on my wrists
I'm bound to my guiltiness
I'm chained to your memory
I'm at my worst help me change the curse
No reasons left to believe, get rid of myself

This Stockholm syndrome
Is far behind me
I'm back to the place where I belong
There's a whole world to explore
I've got no need to implore
I wipe my tears
This Stockholm Syndrome
Is far behind me
I'm back to the place where i belong
I wipe my tears, away

Open wide, kiss my pride
Open wide, kiss my pride
You call me insane