Look at you Look at what you've become You think this is happiness Her under your thumb Her resolve breaking down The parts used to fix your life Her medium of release The blade of a knife This is abuse In its emotional sense Using sadness and anger to manipulate and hence It doesn't take much To bring a state of vex This relationships a cycle Of pain and *** *** only providing a temporay relief Before our eyes are opened To the strife and grief Yet she defends you Once said its problems at home With each word in your defense I think Stockholm, Stockholm Since her resolve is crumbling To ashes and dust I ask myself whether its love or lust Lust its loss A fear of losing control Like you did with another Like you did as a whole Thats why she"s your second Thats why you're with her A girl who never argues Retaliates or infers So you can remain in control Keep her in a drone like state Where her spirit is in your hands Where you decide her fate So I write this poem with the hope That she will find That a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind