Paranoid - Alana Grace

I’m not crazy, I know what I see

I hear them staring at me

You can’t make me feel, I’m out of my mind

I can hear them whisper

Paranoid, see it through my eyes

I’m paranoid, through the twisted lies

Insanity, it a real fine line

And I want you to know

It’s schizophrenic psychoanalytical nightmares

But who’s to say their not out there

It rained paper, I tore every piece apart

So they can’t read me

I stopped speaking so my words can’t be misused

They won’t come back to haunt me

Paranoid, see it through my eyes

I’m paranoid, through the twisted lies

Insanity, it a real fine line

And I want you to know

It’s schizophrenic psychoanalytical nightmares

But who’s to say they’re not out there

Walls have ears, and pictures follow me

Can’t you see they’re trying to swallow me?

Paranoid, see it through my eyes

I’m paranoid, through the twisted lies

Insanity, it’s a real fine line

And I want you to know

It’s schizophrenic psychoanalytical nightmares

But who’s to say they’re not out there