It is the fear of the one, it is paranoia
irrational fear, that is paranoia
She huddled in a corner, shrouded in gray
writ large on her face was paranoia
A looming shadow slowly approached
He was happy; he fed off the paranoia
Oh what transformation! emotions do make;
This was not a fleeting sense of paranoia
The blow struck hard; a cry of pain
justifying all her paranoia
She had good reason to live and breathe
and drown in constant paranoia
irrational fear, that is paranoia
She huddled in a corner, shrouded in gray
writ large on her face was paranoia
A looming shadow slowly approached
He was happy; he fed off the paranoia
Oh what transformation! emotions do make;
This was not a fleeting sense of paranoia
The blow struck hard; a cry of pain
justifying all her paranoia
She had good reason to live and breathe
and drown in constant paranoia