Paranoia was a scary word As I tried to build a life in this world Thriller was everything I heard Rooting and growing down to my spine
My heart is the weakest As always been and it hurts I think it compensated at first Now I don't know when will it burst.
I don't have cool images in my head Like I feel like another person is sitting inside I am the purely the only responsible person About why I have these sick thoughts That's why this is so scary.
Because it always been me.
You should destroy me to save me
I hate it when the background colors of the each page is different...