I own nothing, J.K Rowling does, I just take it for a test drive every now and then

Crawling belongs to Linkin Park

A red diary in her belongings

Perfect to let emotions loose in

Crawling in my skin consuming all I feel

Fear is how I fall confusing what is real

It answers my name it Tom

There is something that crawls beneath the surface

Consuming confusing

This lack of self-control I fear is never ending

Controlling I can't seem to find myself again

Red on my hands where did it come from?

Loosing time more and more, afraid of what she could

Have done

My walls are closing in (without a sense of confidence

That and I'm convinced that there is too much

Pressure to take) I've felt this way before so insecure

Chicken feathers in the bed. What had she done?

Crawling in my skin

Consuming all I feel

Fear is how I fall confusing what is real

Panic now, diary is bad must get rid of it

Discomfort endlessly has put itself upon me

Distracting reacting against my will again I

Stand by my own reflection it's haunting I can't seem

Diary is found must get it back

To find myself again the walls are closing in(In without a sense of confidence

That I am convinced

That there is too much pressure to take)

I felt this way before so insecure

Oh what have I done someone help me

Crawling in my skin

Consuming all I feel

Fear is how I fall

Confusing what is real

Tom comes out of the pages with a cold smile

Crawling in my skin

Consuming all I feel

Fear is how I fall

Confusing what is real

Cold so Cold

There is something inside me that pulls

Beneath the surface consuming

(Confusing what is real)

someone pleading for her to be alright

the lack of self control I fear

is never ending controlling

(Confusing what is real)