Paradoxical

I make the most of all this stress,
I try to live without regret,
But I'm about to break down/collapse
I'm freakin out.

It's like a poison in my head,
It's like a ghost that haunts the sane,
It's like a vine I can't untangle,
I'm freaking out.

Every time I turn around,
something just ain't right.

I must be paranoid,
I'm going around prodding at everything,
Can someone stop the noise?
I don't know what it is, but it just don't fit in,
Consider me destroyed,
I just seriously screwed up, and it don't make sense,
I must be paranoid,
I have no idea how it came to be ,
I'm paranoid.