Paranoid
Everytime I turn around, I see myself staring at the ground.
I just can't explain this feeling I have found.
Sometimes I feel my heart breaking down,
in the midst of all the sound.
is there someone who can help me become unbound?
Because I'll need your help right now.
everywhere I go and everything I see,
everyone i know, I see them staring at me.
is it just in my head or is it my surrounding?
i don't know what to do, I don't know what to say.
Maybe, I'm just going crazy.
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