August 12, 2008


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 I’m convinced
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 I fall
Confusing what is real

Linkin Park - Crawling

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