I want to hear everybody in the house who knows the words to this next song, to sing them loud and proud. I want to hear the voices of the beautiful people of Dallas, all right? I want to hear you guys sing it. All right? Let me see your hands if you're going to sing along. That's a beautiful thing. Crawling in my skin, these words they will not hear. Confusing what is real. There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface. Consuming, confusing. This lack of self-control and fear is never ending. Controlling, I can't seem to find myself again. My walls are closing in. Without a sense of confidence. I've convinced that there's just too much pressure to take. I've felt this way before. So insecure. Everybody sing! Crawling in my skin. I can't hear you! 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've convinced that there's just too much pressure to take. I've felt this way before. So insecure. Alright you guys, come on, let's hear it! Come on people sing! Fear is how I fall. Confusing, confusing. 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 feels beneath the surface. It's overwhelming. Confusing. What is real? I feel self-control. My fear is never under control. Confusing. What is real? Thank you! You guys were real loud on that one. You guys are amazing today. Hey, that sounds great. You guys keep that up, okay?