Crawling (Piano) (Хрупкие капли дождя, как слезы радости...)
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 what is real...
There's something inside me That pulls beneath the surface consuming (Confusing what is real) The lack of self-control I fear Is never ending, controlling (Confusing what is real)