Words of truth
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
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A heart that's been buried in the ground
Can't break if it's never found
I spent so much time digging that grave
And even if it's pain that I feel
At least I know that it's real
I'd rather be broken than afraid
Can April hours spring
Signs of life in me
