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| - Crawling in my skin Crawling in my skinWithout a sense of confidenceConsuming, confusingCrawling in my skinWithout a sense of confidenceI’m convinced that there’s just too much pressure to takeThere’s something inside meThat pulls beneath the surface Crawling in my skinCrawling in my skinThese wounds, they will not healThese wounds, they will not healFear is how I fallFear is how I fallConfusing, confusing what is realConfusing what is real There’s something inside meThat pulls beneath the surfaceConsuming, confusingThis lack of self-controlI fear is never endingControlling, I can’t seemTo find myself againMy walls are closing inWithout a sense of confidenceI’m convinced that there’s just too much pressure to takeI’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 hauntingHow I can’t seemTo find myself againMy walls are closing inWithout a sense of confidenceI’m convinced that there’s just too much pressure to takeI’ve felt this way beforeSo insecure Without a sense of confidenceWithout a sense of confidenceWithout a sense of confidenceI’m convinced that there’s just too much pressure to takeWithout a sense of confidenceWithout a sense of confidenceWithout a sense of confidenceI’m convinced that there’s just too much pressure to takeTo find myself againMy walls are closing inWithout a sense of confidenceI’m convinced that there’s just too much pressure to takeI’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 what is real
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