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/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.
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,confusing what is real.
-Linkin Park
