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