Crawling in my skinCrawling in my skinWithout a sense of confidence,
confidence, confidence...Consuming, confusingCrawling my skinWithout
a sense of confidence & i am convinced that there is just too much pressure to
takeThere is smth inside me that pulls beneath the surfaceI am
crawling in my skin(Crawling in my skin)These wounds they´ll not
heal(These wounds they´ll not heal)Fear is how I fall(Fear is how
I fall)Confusing, confusing what is realConfusing what is
real...There is smth inside me that pulls beneath the
surfaceConsuming, confusingThis lack of self-control I fear is never
endingControlling, I cant seemTo find myself againMy walls are
closing in(Without a sence of confidence, & i am confinced that there is just
too much pressure to take)I have felt his way before, so
insecure...Crawling in my skinThese wounds, they´ll not
healFear is how I fallConfusing what is realDiscomfort endlesly
as pulled itself upon meDistracting, reactingAgainst my will I stand
beside my own reflectionIts haunting how I cant seemTo find myself
againMy walls are closing in(Without a sence of confidence, & i am
convinced that there is just too much pressure to take)I have felt this way
before, so insecure...Without a sence of confidence,
confidence...Without a sence of confidence, confidence...Without a sence
of confidence, & i am convinced that there is just too much pressure to
takeWithout a sence of confidence, confidence...Without a sence of
confidence, confidence...Without a sence of confidence, & i am convinced
that there is just too much pressure to takeTo find myself again, my walls are
closing in(Without a sence of confidence, & i am convinced that there is just
too much pressure to take)I have felt this way before, so
insecure...Crawling in my skinThese wounds, they´ll not
healFear is how I fallConfusing what is realCrawling in my
skinThese wounds, they´ll not healFear is how I fallConfusing,
confusing what is real
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