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