Part 2:The Wispers Project Parinoia

Part 2 — The whispers And then you tell somebody and they get hurt, understandably Butthen they act like you're crazy They don't know what to say So it seems like the whole world becomes whispers And now it really feels like they're talking shit behind your back Fuck you, paranoia There's nothing they can tell you There's nothing that you can tell them For whatever reason, every word feels like treason And nobody seems to see it Every time you hear a nice thing in someone else's life It feels like a stab with a knife Because you can't remember the last time Someone even gave you a chance An d that's why the drugs became a part of your life It takes away the pain that you feel every night It's always getting twisted, apparently No one could just stop for one minute and listen Fuck you, paranoia