Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28851152-20170517054628

NOW WE GOT E BOI WHAT THE HELL

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) (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

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

There's something inside me That pulls beneath the surface Consuming (Confusing what is real) This lack of self control I fear Is never ending, controlling (Confusing what is real)  