Called me paranoid

"Why don't you believe?"

Really, all along

I was too naïve

I heard what they said

Me to their back

It was only confirmed

Suspicion became fact

Annoying to him

Pathetic to her

Boring to them

What actors they were

No hint in their words

No hint on their face

Truth just when I'm gone

With me, not a trace

Uptight to her

Lifeless to him

Failure to all

Unspeakably dim

No hint in their moods

No hint in their ways

No hint for me

To the end of my days