I got to say, I turned quite paranoid.
I keep on watching over my shoulder,
Expecting another dagger to fill the void.
I really thought I knew things.
That I had my life all figured out.
I feel shattered and unsupported.
That simple knowing, now filled with doubt.
I have a feeling that this is not me.
No I know, but not how to change.
This has made me goddamn suspicious,
This has altered something in my brain.
I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop,
Another edition to the pairs that did.
I got to say, yes this has changed me.
I almost broke myself just to fit.
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