ilk kez ortaokul zamanlarında mtv'de denk gelmiş olduğum ve benim açıkçası önümü açan şarkılardan birisi. ilk kez şimdi dinlesem bune lan derdim ama körpecik zamanlarımda o değişik vokal ve sert gitarlar * aklımı çelmişti.
I'm paralysed
Stuck between the devil and your smile
I've got my feet wet baby
Just about to die
And then you throw me back
Against the wall
What a nice surprise
Watch me fall
And you won't see me crawling
You won't see me crawling
No crawling ain't for me, baby don't, baby don't see me
Crawling
If sentiment
Seems to be running dry
And there's no relent
I keep on trying
And then I realise
What can I do
Picking me up the pieces of my life
I'll get over you
Crawling...
I'm bigger now
Despite of you
And when it all turns around
It'll all come back on you
Make no mistake
I learnt my lesson now
The risks we take can break us now
Until we crawling
Until we crawling
I say crawling's not for me baby don't
Baby don't see me
Crawling
linkin parkın gaz şarkılarından biri. sözleri de şöyledir:
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 convinced that there's just 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
discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
distracting/reacting
against my will I stand beside my own reflection
it`s haunting how i cant 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
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
consuming/confusing what is real
this lack of self-control I fear is never ending
controlling/confusing what is real
