Paranoia. Paranoia.

Is it because of you?

I am reclusive. You say I'm reclusive.

But is it because of you?

I am afraid; I am afraid.

Am I afraid because of you?

Afraid of what you will say. Afraid of what you might do.

The headlights glow overhead and echo

Throughout my room, my security

Bouncing off the walls.

Why must you leave? You've never told me.

You've never told me.

You're back and I'm dreading being seen

By you. Why am I afraid? Why am I afraid?

You've never told me.

You tuck me in, say goodnight, and give

A scratchy kiss on the head.

Clinking and clanking. Muffled voices.

I never hear the door.

But there are always echoes

When I know I am alone.

Why must you leave?

You've never told me.

Never told me.