Where does curiosity cross the line?
When did searching become sublime?
Your shifty movements all the time
cause me to search for what you hide
Is this paranoia, or am I fine,
'cuz these chills I have run though my spine
only happen when you are online

Hiding your screen so I can't see
keeping you cellphone away from me
deleted messages after I plea
new accounts without knowledge by me
What is this, who is he?
I know he's a friend, but can he be
who you think about other than me?

Is he over whenever I'm gone
Tell me I'm crazy, tell me I'm wrong
prove it to me, 'cuz I'm not that strong
the composure I hold is only a song
but it won't hide my anger and sadness for long
Why so secretive, tell me whats wrong
I need to know before my paranoia is drawn

I love you so much to do what I do
but how can I trust with these things that you skew
Searching your phone and your social accounts to
silently straining when the phone rings too
hoping to prove my fears are not true
Left to decipher if I'm crazy or if it's you
While praying my paranoid mind doesn't shine through