Letra de "Crawling" de Linkin Park
arrastrandose en mi piel
consumiendo lo que es real
caigo por temor
confundiendo lo que es real
hay algo dentro de mi que jala por debajo de la superficie
consumiendo, confundiendo
esta falta de autocontrol temo que nunca acabe
controlarlo no paresco
para encontrarme a mi mismo otra vez misparedes se cierran
(sin un sentido de confianza y estoy convencido
de que hay demasiada presion que aguantar)
me hesentido asi antes
tan inseguro
(**coro**)
arrastrandose en mi piel
consumiendo lo que siento
caigo por temor
confundiendo lo que es real
el desasociego sin fin se ha apoderado de mi
distrayendo, reaccionando
junto a mi voluntad me paro al lado de mi propio reflejo
su echizo no paresco adivinar
para encontrarme a mi mismo otra vez misparedes se cierran
(sin un sentido de confianza y estoy convencido
de que hay demasiada presion que aguantar)
me hesentido asi antes
tan inseguro
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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 confinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
i've felt this way before
so insecure
[coro]
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
[coro]
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)
confusing what is real
(this lack of self-control, i fear, is never-ending)
confusing what is real