Paranoïa

My skin is sick
My mind is deviated
My end is closer
Love won’t save me

There is no cure
There is no disintoxication
I’ll drown into insecurities of my I
Paranoia

Every time I will think I will be breathing
An anvil of loneliness will drag me even deeper

I feel rotten inside me
I feel rotten inside me
By my actions thousand would die
By my actions thousand would die
I don’t deserve to stay here