| Crawling in my skin
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| These wounds, they will not heal
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| Fear is how I fall
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| Confusing what is real (Ooh, Mm)
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| There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
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| Consuming, confusing
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| The lack of self-control I fear is never ending
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| Controlling, I can’t seem
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| To find myself again, my walls are closing in
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| Without a sense of confidence
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| I’m convinced that there’s just too much pressure to take
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| I’ve felt this way before, so insecure
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| Crawling in my skin
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| These wounds, they will not heal
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| Fear is how I fall
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| Confusing what is real (Ooh)
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| Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me
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| Distracting, reacting
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| Against my will, I stand beside my own reflection
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| It’s haunting how I can’t seem
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| To find myself again, my walls are closing in
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| Without a sense of confidence
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| I’m convinced that there’s just too much pressure to take
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| 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
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| Confusing what is real
|
| There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface Consuming
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| Confusing what is real |