There are only so many days
I can spend in the clutches
Of paranoia:
I forget that I am alive,
And my oh my
It gets so difficult
When you swear you'll never win
And you adore the depths
Of this lack of emotion,
Unless emotion becomes too much.
It is genuine, I promise,
This maladjustment
And malady.

I am irritable at the moment
And I wish to be left alone:
Please don't tell me what you think of me
Because you're talking far too much
And I cannot bear to listen
To the battle
Between your ego and mine:
I shelter, to preserve my vanity,
Because I don't have the energy
To break down.