Paranoia is the insect worming its way through my subconscious thoughts
It's the larva of my self doubt,
Gestating in my heart as I spiral down
And everything I touch is breaking
And it falls to the earth in splinters
And I shiver as every splinter finds its way
Underneath my skin
And after 22 years I can still make my skin crawl
Every shortcoming's a pitfall
On my way to makin amends
Within myself to be (to be what I became)

Sometimes it feels like the whole wide world has made itself my enemy
Butt I will stand upon my own two feet and raise, raise my head up

I lick my wounds trying to clease the infection
Rabid and diseased,
Reality fades away
When I pushed myself too far,
A dream of emotional perfection
Has left a wounded heart
Trying to perceive the gifts inherent inside me,
It's like squeezing the trigger,
It's like opening fire
On everyone who's let me down,
On every beautiful lie that is (that is only fiction)

Sometimes it feels like the whole wide world has made itself my enemy
Butt I will stand upon my own two feet and raise, raise my head up

For the first time,
I'm losing control and I like it
Freedom feels like the noose is gone
For the first time,
I'm losing control and I like it
Freedom feels like the noose is gone