Paranoia
In which I think that I'm not confident
blood into my hands I can't deny
a buzz into my ears that makes me mad
But I don't look back
While I'm waiting to die
I don't look back
In a weird lullaby
I'll carry on
And the hope in my heart is dry
But I don't look back
and I cannot reply
I don't look back
while I'm waiting to lie
I'll carry on
While they want to decide for me
Once again
Living in their cage
They are killing me
Paranoia
In which I think I'm not that confident
a tiny hope that burns in my breath
a bitter smile delights me at the end
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