Sweetheart how could you leave?
Why did you go?
Was there another victim
that you kept on the down low?

"Open your eyes,
you're free; she let you go"
But what becomes of me next?
It scares me not to know

You trapped me in the dark for so long
I no longer know how to see in the light
I could feel your chains break,
but without the weight what good is a fight?

(There is no cure for love,
not for the sick twisted love
between a victim and her captor)