Crawling - Technicolour

Crawling in my skin

These wounds, they will not heal

Fear is how I fall

Confusing what is real (Ooh, Mm)

There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface

Consuming, confusing

The 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 (Ooh)

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

There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface Consuming

Confusing what is real