Like this:I want a god who stays deadnot plays deadI, even, I, can play deadI want a god who stays deadnot plays deadI, even I, can play deadI want a god who stays deadnot plays deadI, even I, can play dead
Crawling in my skinCrawling in my skinThese wounds, they will not healThese wounds, they will not healFear is how I fallFear is how I fallConfusing, confusing what is realConfusing what is realThere's something inside meThat pulls beneath the surfaceConsuming, confusingThis lack of self-controlI fear is never endingControlling, I can't seemTo find myself againMy walls are closing inWithout a sense of confidenceI'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to takeI've felt this way beforeSo insecureCrawling in my skinThese wounds, they will not healFear is how I fallConfusing what is realDiscomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon meDistracting, reactingAgainst my will, I stand beside my own reflectionIt's hauntingHow I can't seemTo find myself againMy walls are closing in(Without a sense of confidenceI'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)I've felt this way beforeSo insecureCrawling in my skinThese wounds, they will not healFear is how I fallConfusing what is realConfusing what is real
Quote from: Wizard on January 23, 2015, 02:02:38 AMCrawling in my skinCrawling in my skinThese wounds, they will not healThese wounds, they will not healFear is how I fallFear is how I fallConfusing, confusing what is realConfusing what is realThere's something inside meThat pulls beneath the surfaceConsuming, confusingThis lack of self-controlI fear is never endingControlling, I can't seemTo find myself againMy walls are closing inWithout a sense of confidenceI'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to takeI've felt this way beforeSo insecureCrawling in my skinThese wounds, they will not healFear is how I fallConfusing what is realDiscomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon meDistracting, reactingAgainst my will, I stand beside my own reflectionIt's hauntingHow I can't seemTo find myself againMy walls are closing in(Without a sense of confidenceI'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)I've felt this way beforeSo insecureCrawling in my skinThese wounds, they will not healFear is how I fallConfusing what is realConfusing what is realNow that's edgy.
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