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 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,
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...
Confusing what is real...