Paranoid Thoughts

Your mind’s racing
Scared to feel the hurt again
Every shadow
Looks like I’m walking away
You’re shaking in my arms
Saying you don’t trust your brain
That I don’t love you
That I don’t wanna stay

I see the storm
Running through your body
You’re at the door
Saying you can’t do this
I’m on the floor
Holding back my begging
Wondering how we got here

Paranoid thoughts say I don’t love you
But I’m still here
Holding on to you
I will suffer every heartbreak
Every time you turn and run
Every escape
Every return
I won’t give up
Till your paranoid thoughts stop


You’re about to run
’Cause you don’t know what else to do
I’m in the kitchen light
Crying
Thinking only of you
Asking myself
Over and over again
How do I hold you
When you’re fighting my hands


I wear your worry
Like it’s my own skin
I feel you shaking
Before you let me in
I wish I could
Take your mind and slow it
Pull you out that spiral



If you go
If you come back (I’m here)
I’ll be right where you left me
Intact
Let your fear crash into my chest
Let it break me
I’ll love you through the mess (yeah)

Your mind’s racing
But I’m not letting go
I’ll hold the hurt
Till your thoughts lose control of you no more
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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September 10, 2026 at 8:14 PM
This is a raw, emotionally direct free-verse lyric that captures the exhausting push-and-pull of loving someone caught in fear and intrusive suspicion. The recurring images of doors, running, shaking, and being held give the piece a vivid physical tension, while the refrain-like “paranoid thoughts” lines anchor its compassionate devotion.
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