by Nick Gisburne
Without exception, every word I say
Will touch the tiny triggers of your mind
A simple, careless comment, thrown away
Is what your paranoia longs to find
Deception, always reckless, always real
Conspiracies, inevitably true
If this is how you see me, how you feel
What kindness could I ever say or do?
Imprisoned in a bubble of despair
Above a bleak, imaginary land
You look for spiteful secrets, everywhere
I have no way to truly understand
I cannot comprehend what you believe
And even though I love you, I must leave
