Crawling - Linkin Parkcrawling in my skinthese wounds they will not healfear is how I fallconfusing what is realthere's something inside me that pulls beneath the surfaceconsuming/confusingthis lack of self-control I fear is never endingcontrolling/I can't seemto find myself againmy 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 beforeso insecurecrawling in my skinthese wounds they will not healfear is how I fallconfusing what is realdiscomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon medistracting/reactingagainst my will I stand beside my own reflectionit's haunting how I can't seem... to find myself againmy 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 beforeso insecurecrawling in my skinthese wounds they will not healfear is how I fallconfusing what is realcrawling in my skinthese wounds they will not healfear is how I fallconfusing confusing what is realthere's something inside me that pulls beneath the surfaceconsuming/confusing what is realthis lack of self-control I fear is never endingcontrolling/confusing what is real
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Crawling - Linkin Parkcrawling in my skinthese wounds they will not healfear is how I fallconfusing what is realthere's something inside me that pulls beneath the surfaceconsuming/confusingthis lack of self-control I fear is never endingcontrolling/I can't seemto find myself againmy 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 beforeso insecurecrawling in my skinthese wounds they will not healfear is how I fallconfusing what is realdiscomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon medistracting/reactingagainst my will I stand beside my own reflectionit's haunting how I can't seem... to find myself againmy 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 beforeso insecurecrawling in my skinthese wounds they will not healfear is how I fallconfusing what is realcrawling in my skinthese wounds they will not healfear is how I fallconfusing confusing what is realthere's something inside me that pulls beneath the surfaceconsuming/confusing what is realthis lack of self-control I fear is never endingcontrolling/confusing what is real