When the little things of life, become your giant nightmares Products of a toxic mind, that's sure no one else cares Fear controls you like a puppet, that's dangling from a string You think there's something out there, though you've not heard or seen a thing Even when all is peaceful, you're sure you'll be attacked Constantly looking over your shoulder, certain somethings behind your back It's pointless to try and run, you'll never get away Stay inside and try to hide, it'll find you anyway Is it all imagination, that's totally running wild Why am I a full grown man, who's just a frightened child