Crawling in my skin,
these wounds, they will not heal.
Fear is how I fall,
confusing what is real.
There's somthing inside me that pulls beneath the surface,
consuming, confusing.
This lack of self control I felt so over-whelming,
controing, I cant seem to find the strength within.
My walls are closing in.
Without a sense of confidence i'm convinced that there's just
too much pressure to take.
I 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 made itself upon me,
distracting, reacting.
Against my will, I stand beside my own reflection,
it's haunting how I can't seem to find the strength within.
My walls are closing in.
Without a sense of confidence i'm convinced that there's just
too much pressure to take.
I felt this way before,
so insecure.
Raindrops, make a rythem on the pavement, that drip from the black
top into the basement.
Traces of the rain probate this to erase your hate and take this from the
fakeness.
Raindrops, make a rythem on the pavement, and drip from the black
top into the basement.
Traces of the rain probate this to erase your hate and take this from the
fakeness.
To find the strenghth within my walls are closing in.
I 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 what is real.
