Paranoid
Location
You’re paranoid
Always looking around
Terrified by the simplest of a sound
It’s not ‘cause your on some sort of steroid
You’re no android
So why act like you’re bound?
You’re not being hunted by some hound
You’re not stuck in a void
So should it be the same at school?
Just as it is at home?
Is there no escape to this hell?
Why must life be so cruel?
Must I die by the tome?
Will school ever be an escape?, oh well...
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