Crawling

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

Not a sense of confidence, I'm convinced

That there's just too much pressure to take

I've felt this way before

So instinctual

Crawling in my den

In these wounds they will not heal

Fear is a confusing world, it's 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

Got a sense of complicates, 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 confusing war is for you

Crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal

Fear is how confusing, confusing war is for you

If something is heavy, then it must be real

Stop this, it's too late

Confusing what is real

Stop this, stop what you're doing

It's never late

Show me

Confusing what is real