(Instrumental)

(Crawling in my skin...)

(Crawling in my skin...)

(Without a sense of confidence...)

(Consuming, confusing...)

(Crawling in my skin...)

(Without a sense of confidence

I’m convinced that there’s just too much pressure to take...)

(There’s something inside me

That pulls beneath the surface...)

Crawling in my skin

(Crawling in my skin)

These wounds, they will not heal

(These wounds, they will not heal)

Fear is how I fall

(Fear is how I fall)

Confusing, confusing what is real

Confusing what is real

There’s something inside me

That pulls beneath the surface

Consuming, co-co-confusing

This lack of self-control

I fear is never ending

Controlling, I can’t seem

To find myself ag-again

My walls are closing in

(Without a sense of confidence

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 I fall

Confusing what is 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

(Without a sense of confidence

I’m convinced that there’s just too much pressure to take)

I’ve felt this way before

So insecure...

(Without a sense of confidence)

(Without a sense of confidence)

(Without a sense of confidence

I’m convinced that there’s just too much pressure to take)

(Without a sense of confidence)

(Without a sense of confidence)

(Without a sense of confidence

I’m convinced that there’s just too much pressure to take)

To find myself again

My walls are closing in

(Without a sense of confidence

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 I fall

Confusing what is real

Crawling in my skin

These wounds, they will not heal

Fear is how I fall

Confusing, confusing what is real