intrusive
The paranoia sinks in
I know it isn't real
I can't let it win
Push it deep down
Don't let it surface
Everything is going how it should
Everything is great
In fact, it's perfect
Almost as if my brain doesnt want my happiness
Looks for excuses to make me question this
Have to keep my head up
And let those thoughts be dismissed.
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