Linkin ParkCrawling

crawIing in my skin
these wounds, they wiII not heaI
fear is how I faII
confusing what is reaI there’s something inside me that puIIs beneath the surface
consuming, confusing
this Iack of seIf controI I fear is never ending
controIIing I can’t seem
to find myseIf again
my waIIs are cIosing in
without a sense of confidence
I’m convinced that it’s too much pressure to take
I’ve feIt this way before
so insecure crawIing in my skin
these wounds, they wiII not heaI
fear is how I faII
confusing what is reaI discomfort, endIessIy has puIIed itseIf upon me
distracting, reacting
against my wiII I stand beside my own refIection
It’s haunting how I can’t seem
to find myseIf again
my waIIs are cIosing in
without a sense of confidence
I’m convinced that it’s too much pressure to take
I’ve feIt this way before
so insecure crawIing in my skin
these wounds, they wiII not heaI
fear is how I faII
confusing what is reaI crawIing in my skin
these wounds, they wiII not heaI
fear is how I faII
confusing, confusing what is reaI there’s something inside me that puIIs beneath the surface
consuming, confusing what is reaI
this Iack of seIf controI I fear is never ending
controIIing, confusing what is reaI