Why am I so paranoid
I'm always thinking the worst is bound to come
Thoughts I can't avoid
I know that you love me
Still think you're trying to f*ck me
I know you're not vicious
Still wonder if you're malicious
My thoughts become devoid of reasoning and joy
How did I become hesitant
I used to be an open journal without redactions
Now I'm so reticent
You'll take all my stories
Then later use them against me
Don't know your intentions
Still unsure what I should mention
My mindset's evidence of trust impediments
Be wary of those who give their love too quick
They'll take it away just as swiftly
The pedestal you're on's a trap door
At your first mistake you'll crash through the floor