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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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