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i wasnt making excuses. i hate how im changing. i hate how your changing. i hate how easily it comes back with all that i felt that day. so i think did i really rise above or am i still stuck im that feeling of helpless ness
riding down a spiral where theres always going to be more and i lwont live long enough to see the end
to glimpse the light at the end of the tunnel. the boy who sang today was a fool to think the world couldnt affect me. dont preach that and tell me my life is passing me by. Linkin Park is my only solace. and a rough patch would be the nice way of putting it. maybe theiyre right and i need help. but not from you with so little experience perhaps less than myself. my art must get really good around this point. ill get the approuval of the unhappy people. and all i wanted was a little peace. let me have it for once. i dont complain about borebom anymore. i make do with what i can and i tried to eba good person and lok how i killed myself. dont think im self indulgent dont think im feeling soryr for myself. i feel sorry for you. you get to be left here in ignorance. and all i wanted was peace. respect? i hold people at a higher standard than myself. isnt it only natural? if i expect everyone to be better than me then of course is makes sense to have no self esteem. and dont you love the way i look on the outside? the way i can pretend. im here and im clear and a little bit queer but i can help myself. dont bother puting my back together. you know your hands are broken too. i never thought id have to go back into the dark. dont make me hurt anymore. spare them my hurt. " 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
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 it’s 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 it’s 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"
dont even bother i know what your thinking and i know even more that its not even worth it. look how far i thought i had come. away from the house. away fromt hat room. away from that scene that stood before my head when i was younger and a little les in dispair. how bad will it get now? how weak have i become?. I DONT CARE THAT IM SELF ANALYSING I SPENT TOO MUCH OF MY WASTED LIFE ON YOU. i thought i wanted what i wanted and now in question is my whole identity "i took what i hated and made a part of me" who is this person in the mirror who cant handle it
you cant handle a headcase like me. im sparing you the troubel and the time. give my a reason to be here. youve lost hope to so you cling to the living. dont love.
i know i made a mistake
i know im sorry
i know its time to give up
do you
riding down a spiral where theres always going to be more and i lwont live long enough to see the end
to glimpse the light at the end of the tunnel. the boy who sang today was a fool to think the world couldnt affect me. dont preach that and tell me my life is passing me by. Linkin Park is my only solace. and a rough patch would be the nice way of putting it. maybe theiyre right and i need help. but not from you with so little experience perhaps less than myself. my art must get really good around this point. ill get the approuval of the unhappy people. and all i wanted was a little peace. let me have it for once. i dont complain about borebom anymore. i make do with what i can and i tried to eba good person and lok how i killed myself. dont think im self indulgent dont think im feeling soryr for myself. i feel sorry for you. you get to be left here in ignorance. and all i wanted was peace. respect? i hold people at a higher standard than myself. isnt it only natural? if i expect everyone to be better than me then of course is makes sense to have no self esteem. and dont you love the way i look on the outside? the way i can pretend. im here and im clear and a little bit queer but i can help myself. dont bother puting my back together. you know your hands are broken too. i never thought id have to go back into the dark. dont make me hurt anymore. spare them my hurt. " 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
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 it’s 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 it’s 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"
dont even bother i know what your thinking and i know even more that its not even worth it. look how far i thought i had come. away from the house. away fromt hat room. away from that scene that stood before my head when i was younger and a little les in dispair. how bad will it get now? how weak have i become?. I DONT CARE THAT IM SELF ANALYSING I SPENT TOO MUCH OF MY WASTED LIFE ON YOU. i thought i wanted what i wanted and now in question is my whole identity "i took what i hated and made a part of me" who is this person in the mirror who cant handle it
you cant handle a headcase like me. im sparing you the troubel and the time. give my a reason to be here. youve lost hope to so you cling to the living. dont love.
i know i made a mistake
i know im sorry
i know its time to give up
do you