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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
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
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 what is real
(this lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling,) confusing what is real
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