Crowling

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 
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 
 [bad word]  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 
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