Paranoid

Schizophrenic Shadows: Unveiling the Twisted Realities in Alana Grace's 'Paranoid'
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Lyrics

I'm not crazy, I know what i see

I am not insane; I am aware of what I perceive.

I hear them staring at me

I sense people looking at me.

You can't make me feel, i'm out of my mind

You cannot force me to believe I'm losing my sanity.

I can hear them whisper

I can hear them talking quietly or conspiring.


Paranoid, see it through my eyes

Feeling paranoid, asking others to understand my perspective.

I'm paranoid, through the twisted lies

Continuing to express paranoia, fueled by deceptive information.

Insanity, it a real fine line

The boundary between sanity and insanity is delicate.

And I want you to know

Addressing someone, possibly wanting them to understand.

It's schizophrenic psychoanalytical nightmares

Mentioning experiences resembling symptoms of schizophrenia and psychoanalysis in nightmares.

But who's to say their not out there

Putting into question the existence of external forces.


It rained paper, I tore every piece apart

Describing an unusual event of paper falling like rain, responding by tearing it apart to protect oneself.

So they can't read me

Ensuring that personal thoughts or feelings remain private.

I stopped speaking so my words can't be misused

Choosing silence to prevent one's words from being used against them.

They won't come back to haunt me

Seeking to avoid potential negative consequences in the future.


Paranoid, see it through my eyes

Reiterating the plea for understanding the paranoid perspective.

I'm paranoid, through the twisted lies

Continuing to express paranoia, influenced by distorted information.

Insanity, it a real fine line

Emphasizing the thin line between sanity and insanity.

And I want you to know

Repeating the desire for someone to comprehend their experience.

It's schizophrenic psychoanalytical nightmares

Referring again to schizophrenic and psychoanalytical nightmares.

but who's to say they're not out there

Raising doubt about the non-existence of external threats.


Walls have ears, and pictures follow me

Suggesting that the environment is sensitive, and even inanimate objects might be listening.

Can't you see they're trying to swallow me?

Expressing the feeling of being overwhelmed or consumed by external influences.


Paranoid, see it through my eyes

Reiterating the call for empathy and understanding of their paranoid perception.

I'm paranoid, through the twisted lies

Continuing to convey feelings of paranoia, fueled by misinformation.

Insanity, its a real fine line

Reaffirming the fragility of the line between sanity and insanity.

And I want you to know

Restating the desire for someone to acknowledge and understand.

It's schizophrenic psychoanalytical nightmares

Echoing the theme of schizophrenic and psychoanalytical nightmares.

But who's to say they're not out there

Challenging the certainty that external threats are not real.

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