The world is really busy

That applies to people we know

Paranoia can kill reality

Thoughts of what’ve I done to upset them

The reality might be very different

Because the world is full of busy bees

And I respect they have their own hives to tend

Sometimes wonder if I’ve become boring

Or maybe I was always this way

So I try to make my own honey

Then, paranoia can concentrate on killing reality

And leave me to go my own way