Does Obsession = Love?

As the white doves fly to freedom
My soul is captured with you
To die of coldness and violence
Why do I let it happen to me?

I hate you for loving me; I hate you for obsessing me

Controlling my thoughts by your words
Wish I was dead, wish I could not feel, wish I was cold

People screw with my head
NO more blood – No more violence
NO more awake beside my enemy
My beloved enemy who scares me

The love dies in her, she is empty, she is cold

Again lost in her own world
In her own fucking world