| Crawling in my skin
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| These wounds, they will not heal
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| Fear is how I fall
|
| Confusing what is real
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| What is real
|
| There’s something inside me
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| That pulls beneath the surface
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| Consuming, confusing
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| This lack of self-control
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| I fear is never ending
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| It’s haunting, how I can’t seem
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| To find myself again
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| My walls are closin' in
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| (Without a sense of confidence)
|
| (I'm convinced that there’s just)
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| (Too much pressure to take)
|
| And 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
|
| 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 closin' in
|
| (Without a sense of confidence)
|
| (I'm convinced that there’s just)
|
| (Too much pressure to take)
|
| And 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, confusing what is real
|
| (There's something inside me)
|
| (That pulls beneath the surface)
|
| (Consuming)
|
| Consuming what is real
|
| (This lack of self-control)
|
| (I fear is never ending)
|
| (Controlling)
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| Confusing what is real |