Paranoid Mess

I expect the unexpected
I’m not fucking crazy, they’re after me
And it leaves me such a mess
I spend most of my time tryin
To get out of my head
Terror stricken, panic stricken
I hate it so much
Am I going off the deep end?
Or losing touch?
They call me paranoid
Because I fear the worst
If they want my fucking head
They’ll have to catch me first
Paranoid 2x
I’m a paranoid mess
& if I disappear tomorrow
Know you could be next
I’m fucking paranoid
I’m a paranoid mess
I can’t take the fucking stress
Sick and twisted feelings
Sounds in the night
Every other day I find
What looks like in injection site
They call me paranoid
Cuz I’m such a mess
And it’s fucked me up so bad
That I get no rest
I get no fucking rest
I’m a mess