The paranoia, the uncertainty
The stupid knowing way they're grinning when they look at me
They say it's me, how do they know
My mind and body have betrayed me and it shows
My brain reboots each time the sun begins to shine
And if I didn't know better then I'd swear to you that it's not mine
I can't control my face, I can't avoid that furrowed brow
Would've thought they'd send someone right over to show me how
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