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Jul 2020
I have a problem with paranoia





My phone buzzes but it’s just a ghost
My phone rings but that’s just me thinking

Driving fast made me feel more free then being in my own room
I’m being watched at home base
Someone is out here for another backstab
I’ve already lost my vibrance

My peace has been disturbed
I’m rolling off the road
I can no longer go home
I’m rolling off the road
I can no longer quiet my conscious down
I’m hitting the rail
I’m rolling off of a dream
I’ve failed and there’s no more believing
Bullet
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Bullet  22/M
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