Crawling in my skin,
These wounds they will not heal,
Fear is how I fall,
Confusing what is real
Theres something inside me that pulls beneath the surface,
Consuming, confusing,
This lack of self control I fear is never ending,
Controlling
I cant seem
To find myself again,
My walls are closing in,
(Without a sense of confidence,
Im convinced that theres just too much pressure to take)
Ive felt this way before,
So insecure
Crawling in my skin,
These wounds they will not heal,
Fear is how I fall,
Confusing what is real,
Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me,
Distracting, reacting,
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection,
Its haunting,
How I cant seem,
To find myself again,
My walls are closing in,
(Without a sense of confidence,
Im convinced that theres just too much pressure to take)
Ive felt this way before,
So insecure...
Crawling in my skin,
These wounds they will not heal,
Fear is how I fall,
Confusing what is real...
Confusing what is real...
