Paranoia
It's a strike of lightning
While I'm fighting
It's got terrible timing
I'm currently busy pacing around the room
With no real purpose
My mind's a mental circus
While I watch my tomb
It's agitation
No elation
I've lost my foundation
But I pretend nothing has gone awry
So I talk incredibly quickly
I smile when you're with me
To conceal my outcries
I'm struggling with the words
I know that this concern's absurd
But I think my mind is blurred
I'm making bad decisions
No accuracy or precision
The only sense I trust is vision
It's a feeling
Never fleeting
It's hard to start the healing
When your thought process has shut down
The person inside you is hurting
And they won't come around
I'm struggling with the words
I know that this concern's absurd
But I think my mind is blurred
I'm making bad decisions
No accuracy or precision
The only sense I trust is vision
Forgive me, it's anxiety
Creepin' up behind me
Too much irritability
So I sing while I still have the ability because
It's escapism
From this mental prison
I'm trapped in a glass prism
Where light shines everywhere but on me
And I chase it as fast as I can
It's exquisite wherever you see
While I'm fighting
It's got terrible timing
I'm currently busy pacing around the room
With no real purpose
My mind's a mental circus
While I watch my tomb
It's agitation
No elation
I've lost my foundation
But I pretend nothing has gone awry
So I talk incredibly quickly
I smile when you're with me
To conceal my outcries
I'm struggling with the words
I know that this concern's absurd
But I think my mind is blurred
I'm making bad decisions
No accuracy or precision
The only sense I trust is vision
It's a feeling
Never fleeting
It's hard to start the healing
When your thought process has shut down
The person inside you is hurting
And they won't come around
I'm struggling with the words
I know that this concern's absurd
But I think my mind is blurred
I'm making bad decisions
No accuracy or precision
The only sense I trust is vision
Forgive me, it's anxiety
Creepin' up behind me
Too much irritability
So I sing while I still have the ability because
It's escapism
From this mental prison
I'm trapped in a glass prism
Where light shines everywhere but on me
And I chase it as fast as I can
It's exquisite wherever you see
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Writer(s): Lance Allen
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