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 crawls beneath the surface,
Consuming, confusing,
It’s like a self control I feel is never ending,
It’s haunting,
How I can’t seem
To find myself again,
My walls are closing in,
Without a sense of self confidence,
And I’m convinced that there’s just to 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 it real,
Discomfort endlessly had 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 there’s just to 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,
Consuming, confusing what is real.
(without a sense of confidence,
and i’m conviced there’s to much pressure to take)