My Paranoia

Things hardly worth repeating
Slip through my chapped lips
Slowly fading
My voice cracks
Cackles
Bleeds
If it didn't hurt so much
If it didn't bleed so much
My voice is filled with ifs
Paranoia, sweet paranoia
I can hear them, but not see
I know they are there
But it is all a pretty fable my mind corrupted
Always making things up, twisting contexts
Forever behind my back, all in my head
Slowly fading away