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 and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
so insecure
discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me distracting/reacting
against my will I stand beside my own reflection it's haunting
and then you say, i killed you.
