Paranoid.

Stumbling through a rocky path,
Wandering into the woods.
Something's wrong, something's
Going to happen;
I can sense it.
I don't know where I'm going,
And I don't know when I'll be back.
I'm trying to escape from everything,
But I just can't.
Everywhere I go
I'm being followed
By the hauntings of my life.
I'm struggling to hide
From them,
They keep finding me.
And they've gotten me lost now.