| Crawling in my skin
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| 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
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| Consuming, confusing
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| This 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 it's too much pressure to take
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| I've felt this way before
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| 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
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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
|
| Without a sense of confidence
|
| I'm convinced that it's 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, confusing what is real
|
| There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
|
| Consuming, confusing what is real
|
| This lack of self control I fear is never ending
|
| Controlling, confusing what is real |