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ÀÌ ³»¿ë ÀÌ¿Ü¿¡µµ ±×°¡ Æò»ý PTSD(Æ®¶ó¿ì¸¶)¿Í ±Ø½ÉÇÑ ¿ì¿ïÁõ¿¡ ½Ã´Þ·È´Ù´Â °É »ý°¢ÇÏ½Ã°í µéÀ¸½Ã¸é ÁÁÀ» °Í °°½À´Ï´Ù.
Crawling in my skin
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These wounds, they will not heal
ÀÌ »óóµéÀº Àý´ë »ç¶óÁöÁö ¾ÊÀ»°Å¾ß
Fear is how I fall
°øÆ÷°¡ ¹Ð·Á¿À°í
Confusing what is real
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There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
³¯ ÁöÄ¡°Ô ÇÏ°í ³¯ È¥¶õÇÏ°Ô ÇÏ´Â
Consuming, confusing
±× ¹«¾ð°¡°¡ ³¯ ¾ÈÀ¸·Î ²ø¾î´ç±â°í ÀÖ¾î
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
ÅëÁ¦ÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø´Â ÀÌ »óȲÀº ³¡³ªÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ³Ê¹« ¹«¼¿ö
Controlling
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I can't seem
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To find myself again
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My walls are closing in
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(Without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
(±×·¯³ª ³ ÀÚÁ¸°¨À» Àұ⠽ÃÀÛÇÏ°í, °¨´çÇϱ⠾î·Á¿î Áß·ÂÀÌ ³ª¸¦ ´©¸¦ °Å¶ó´Â °É ¾Ë¾Æ)
I've felt this way before
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So insecure
³ °á±¹ ½ÉÇÏ°Ô ºÒ¾ÈÇØÁ³¾ú¾î
Crawling in my skin
³» ¾ÈÀ» ÇìÁý°í ´Ù´Ï´Â
These wounds, they will not heal
ÀÌ »óóµéÀº Àý´ë »ç¶óÁöÁö ¾ÊÀ»°Å¾ß
Fear is how I fall
°øÆ÷°¡ ¹Ð·Á¿À°í
Confusing what is real
³ª´Â ³» ¾ÈÀ¸·Î ²ø·Á°¡¼ Çö½ÇÀ» ºÐ°£ÇÒ ¼ö°¡ ¾ø¾î
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
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Distracting, reacting
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Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
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It's haunting how I can't seem
³¯ Æò»ý ÂÑ¾Æ´Ù´Ò °Í °°¾Æ, ¾î¶»°Ô ÇÒ ¼ö ¾øÀ» °Í °°¾Æ
To find myself again
³» ÁøÁ¤ÇÑ ³ª¸¦ ã±â À§ÇØ
My walls are closing in
³ ´Ù½Ã ³»¸é¿¡ ÃÊÁ¡À» ¸ÂÃß°í ÀÖ¾î
(Without a sense of confidence I'm convinced That there's just too much pressure to take)
³ ÀڽۨÀ» Àұ⠽ÃÀÛÇÏ°í, °¨´çÇϱ⠾î·Á¿î Áß·ÂÀÌ ³¯ ²ø¾î´ç±æ °Å¶õ °É ¾Ë¾Æ
I've felt this way before
ÀÌ¹Ì °æÇèÇÑ ¹Ù ÀÖ¾î
So insecure
³ ½ÉÇÏ°Ô ºÒ¾ÈÇØÁ³¾î
Crawling in my skin
³» ¾ÈÀ» ÇìÁý°í ´Ù´Ï´Â
These wounds, they will not heal
ÀÌ »óóµéÀº Àý´ë »ç¶óÁöÁö ¾ÊÀ»°Å¾ß
Fear is how I fall
°øÆ÷°¡ ¹Ð·Á¿À°í
Confusing what is real
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Crawling in my skin
³» ¾ÈÀ» ÇìÁý°í ´Ù´Ï´Â
These wounds, they will not heal
ÀÌ »óóµéÀº Àý´ë »ç¶óÁöÁö ¾ÊÀ»°Å¾ß
Fear is how I fall
°øÆ÷°¡ ¹Ð·Á¿À°í
Confusing, confusing what is real
³ª´Â ³» ¾ÈÀ¸·Î ²ø·Á°¡¼ Çö½ÇÀ» ºÐ°£ÇÒ ¼ö°¡ ¾ø¾î
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
³¯ ¾ÈÀ¸·Î ²ø¾î´ç±â´Â ¹«¾ð°¡°¡ ÀÖ¾î
Consuming (confusing what is real)
³¯ ¼Ò¸ð½ÃÄÑ(Çö½ÇÀ» ºÐ°£ÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø¾î)
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
ÅëÁ¦ÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø´Â ÀÌ »óȲÀº ³¡³ªÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ³Ê¹« ¹«¼¿ö
Controlling (confusing what is real)
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