Paranoia (Remove filter)
Paranoia (probably)
My hair’s a mess
Cause I slept on the floor again
That’s probably the root
Of all of my problems
Maybe I have Munchausen
No that’s definitely not right
But paranoia makes me think
That I’m about to die
I feel guilty, am I faking
If I was at school
I would be fine
Parents who feed delusion
Make me feel I’m not alright
My brain is so confuse...
Monday 24th February 2025 1:43 am
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