| Paranoia is the insect worming its way
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| Through my subconscious thoughts
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| It’s the larva of my self doubt
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| Gestating in my heart as I spiral down
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| And everything I touch is breaking
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| And it falls to earth in splinters
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| And I shiver as every splinter
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| Finds its way underneath my skin
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| And after 22 years I can still make my skin crawl
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| Every shortcoming, a pitfall
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| On my way to making amends
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| Within myself to be
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| To be what I became
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| Sometimes it feels like the whole wide world
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| Has made itself my enemy
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| But I will stand upon my own two feet
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| And raise my head up
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| I lick my wounds
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| Trying to cleanse the infection
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| Rabid and diseased reality fades away
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| When I pushed myself too far
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| A dream of emotional perfection
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| Has left a wounded heart
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| Trying to perceive the gifts inherent inside me
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| It’s like squeezing the trigger
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| It’s like opening fire
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| On everyone who’s let me down
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| On every beautiful lie that is
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| That is only fiction
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| Sometimes it feels like the whole wide world
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| Has made itself my enemy
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| But I will stand upon my own two feet
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| And raise my head up
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| For the first time
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| I’m losing control and I like it
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| Freedom feels like the noose is gone
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| For the first time
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| I’m losing control and I like it
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| Freedom feels like the noose is gone |