Kill or Be killed

(8/14/92 / Pittsburgh)


Why are they talkin about me?
They don't know what they're talking about,
I'm not sick,
I don't understand.

Or am I just paranoid,

I hear the whispers,
I know what they say,
I know what you think,
I'm scared.

Or am I just paranoid,

Time goes by and they look at me different,
I see them watching,
I see them judging,
They're coming to get me.

Or am I just paranoid.

Submitted: Thursday, October 02, 2008
Edited: Saturday, October 04, 2008

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  • Trinity K (10/8/2008 10:03:00 AM)

    even if one is not... just keep up a mock mask.. of being.. under some influence... they can't do a damn about it... and enjoy life..! ! ! !

    lovely.. way with words... (Report) Reply

  • Tia Maria (10/2/2008 6:29:00 AM)

    why care what anyone else thinks :) It's the most wonderful release... (Report) Reply

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