Crawling is by:Linkin Park, Draco is Rowling's.

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{Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal}

Draco looked over the edge of the astronomy tower.

{Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real}

How did it get to this point?

{There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming / confusing}

'You let it Draco.'

{This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling / I can't seem
To find myself again}

"No! Shut up!"
Draco began to cry, silver tears falling silently onto the stone floor

{My walls are closing in}

"Why won't you ever shut up?"

{ [Without a sense of confidence / I'm convinced
there's just too much pressure to take] }

'You know I'm right.'

{I've felt this way before
So insecure}

Draco sobbed silently. He was always right.

{Crawling in my skin
These wounds / they will not heal}

'There is a better way you know.'

{Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real}

Draco shook his head. He already knew what he was going to say.
'You could always tell him.'

{Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting / reacting}

"You don't understand..."

{Against my will I stand beside my own reflection}

'I understand perfectly well. You are afraid. That is why you are running away.'
"I'm not running away."

{It's haunting how I can't seem
To find myself again}

'Yes, you are.'
Draco bit his lip.

{My walls are closing in}

"He wouldn't understand anyways."
'Oh, but I think he would.'

{ [Without a sense of confidence / I'm convinced
there's just too much pressure to take] }

"What do you know?"
'More than you give me credit for.'

{I've felt this way before
So insecure...}

Draco shook his head.
"And what about father?"
"What about him?"

{Crawling in my skin
These wounds / they will not heal}

"Do you know what he would do if he found out that I..."
Draco took a deep breath.

{Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real}

'If the love was returned, would you care?'

{Crawling in my skin
These wounds / they will not heal}

"Of course not! But..."
'But what, Draco?'

{Fear is how I fall}

"But what if it isn't?"

{Confusing, confusing what is real}

'I think it is, but if it isn't...'

{ [There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming,] }

'...you can come back here.'

{Confusing what is real
[This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling] }

Draco sighed.
"If I do, will you shut up?"
He laughed.
'Of course.'

{Confusing what is real.}