Crawling کے بول

Crawling in my skin These wounds they will not heal Fear is how I fall Confusing what is real, 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 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, 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, 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