Paranoia

Birds chirp Happy and care free Or is it maybe They're just mocking me? Paranoia I hear the wind rush by Trace along my skin But perhaps it's merely plotting A plan to do me in. Paranoia Water flows in the creek Giving life to the fish below But perhaps it's all a falacy The good side quite hollow. Paranoia Perhaps it's all just in my head Maybe I'm just being taken over By that crazed little thing The eternal world rover... Paranoia.