Alana Grace Paranoid
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.
CHORUS
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.
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.
CHORUS
Walls have ears, and pictures follow me.
Can't you see their trying to swallow me?
CHORUS
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.
