Arrastrandome...

Porque existen días en los que ni la cabeza ni el corazón pueden darte un empujoncito para que puedas llegar un poco más allá, pero aún así en tu cabeza suenan las notas, acompañadas de las palabras que unos dedos escribieron en un día en el que alguién, sintiéndose como tu hoy, encontró en la pluma y la música la vía de escape para toda su ansiedad, y esas notas son las que te ayudan a llegar hasta el final, aunque sea arrastrándote...

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, confusing what is real

(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.