• I hear things
    I see things,
    But nobody knows
    The pain of paranoia
    As it grows and grows
    The feeling of being watched
    Being stalked
    Is all that I've known
    Even through the hallways
    The ones that I walk through
    I feel it stabbing at me
    As I just try to ignore it.
    While I make my way
    I swear a guy just looked my way,
    But really looked at the girl next to me.
    I deal with this daily
    As I try and retreat from it all
    Stare at the ground
    With no contepmt at all
    This thing called paranoia
    Is all just inside my head.