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
