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how?
you say you like me
but i just cant believe it
you call me paranoid
but still i dont see it.
no matter how sweet you are
and how lucky they say i am
i think you must hate me
about me, you dont give a damn.
i think i am annoying you
i just want you to forgive me
please dont be mad anymore
i know how annoyed you must be.
you say your not mad
and that i must be insane
i cant help doing this to myself
paranoia is to blame.
but is it really paranoia?
or is it really true?
you must not care about me
the way i care about you.
