Crawling
Crawling in my skinthese wounds they will not healfear is how I fallconfusing what is real
there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surfaceconsuming/confusingthis lack of self-control I fear is never endingcontrolling/I can't seem
to find myself againmy 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 beforeso insecure
crawling in my skinthese wounds they will not healfear is how I fallconfusing what is real
discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon medistracting/reactingagainst my will I stand beside my own reflectionit's haunting how I can't seem...
to find myself againmy 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 beforeso insecure
crawling in my skinthese wounds they will not healfear is how I fallconfusing what is real
crawling in my skinthese wounds they will not healfear is how I fallconfusing confusing what is real
there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surfaceconsuming/confusing what is realthis lack of self-control I fear is never endingcontrolling/confusing what is real