Crawling - Linkin Park

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.

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.

(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.