Crawling in my skin these wounds they will not heal fear is how I fall confusing what is real
there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface consuming/confusing this lack of self-control I fear is never ending controlling what I canĀ“t seem
to find myself again my walls are closing in (without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much preassure to take) I've 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 it's haunting how I can't seem...
to find myself again my walls are closing in (without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take) I've 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
crawling in my skin these wounds they will not heal fear is how I fall confusing what is real
there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface consuming/confusing this lack of self-control I fear is never ending controlling/confusing what's is real