I'm not well, but
I'm not sick.
I wish I could only look
And didn't have to touch.
PARANOIA
I just touch and break
Break and scatter
Cry and wail
Scream and moan...
In my head
By myself
PARANOIA
Everybodies out to get me
Honest!
It's never enough
Gotta keep going
Gotta keep being occupied
work...work...work...
Don't slap me with your words,
I've had enough of that.
Everyone wants the busy, RELIABLE, stupid, worker bee...
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