…to the olden days of grade six.
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 how I can’t seem…
- Linkin Park, Crawling
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