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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 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 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