The Damage

Jealousy
Brought on by imaginary adversaries
And (it seems)
Compulsory
Tradjectory
Of emotions that go off on tangents
About what to do
And questions that repeat themselves
Ad nauseum
Until I collapse in a heap of tears
And crumpled Kleenex
'Cause I scroll down that line of text
And wonder what's next
And how to get these feelings off my chest
And wonder why
Wonderin' what's wrong
Until I realize that *I* am
That my parnoia has gotten the better of me
Once again
Getting crazy over friends
(Sometimes over strangers)
But sometimes those feelings are justified
But more often than not they aren't
And our hearts are just playing an insane part
But this is the place where are the craziness starts