Life is what you make of it...

Paranoia is contagious, a self fulfilling prophesy
I sense it almost all the time, and it is just too much for me
We’re just humans with too many issues
Too much time and minds to misuse

If you think at all, you’ll think too much
But keep your head and don’t loose your touch
‘cause if you do then life’s a bitch
just cage your thoughts or find a switch

It’s hard to deal with unearned hate
So convinced they do, I seal my own fate
I can’t even talk, it’s way too late
I feel like a foe, and no longer a mate

When I sense it too much I loose my own head
Just a shed of the truth keeps me hanging instead
Instead of moving along with a light in my eyes
It’s curtains for me and sleepless nights