Paranoia

Paranoia,
I cant say I know you,
like I used to know ya.
Ive been catching phrases
and releasing pages,
turning your turned head
into the final stages.
Tell me something new,
say Im exaggerating.
But i just dont see you right when i want to,
lost looking in the light,
what is it i got to do?
Every season
it gets colder,
and Im at a loss for reasons.
Seems the sun just cant breakthrough
to shine some meaning.
Tell me something new,
say im exaggerating.
But i just want the warmth returned
from where it went,
where have you spent it?