Текст песни Evanescence ft. Linkin Park - Crawling vs Missing

Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll have woke up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
Isn't something missing?

You won't cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?

Even though I'd be sacrificed,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?

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...

Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
I know what you do to yourself,
Shudder deep and cry out:
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
Even though I'd be sacrificed...

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 what is real)
The lack of self-control I fear
Is never ending, controlling
(Confusing what is real)

Скучаю\ Мурашки по коже

Пожалуйста, пожалуйста, прости меня,
Но я не вернусь домой.
Возможно, однажды утром ты проснёшься,
И вдруг, сам того не сознавая, скажешь в пустоту:
«По-моему, чего-то не хватает…»

Я знаю, что ты не будешь плакать из-за того, что меня нет рядом –
Ты забыл обо мне давным-давно.
Неужели я так мало для тебя значу?
Неужели я для тебя пустое место?
Тебе меня не хватает?
Неужели никто по мне не скучает?

Хотя я и буду жертвой,
Ты не станешь искать меня, не сейчас.
Я бы жизнь отдала, чтобы узнать, что ты любишь меня,
Но я одна.
Неужели никто по мне не скучает?

Мной овладело чувство жуткого дискомфорта,
Оно сбивает меня с толку, контролирует меня.
Вопреки собственной воле я стою рядом со своим отражением,
Оно преследует меня.
Я, кажется,
Не смогу снова найти себя.
Стены давят на меня.
(Я не чувствую в себе уверенности,
Потому что знаю, что давление извне слишком сильное).
Я и раньше чувствовал себя таким –
Таким беззащитным.

Пожалуйста, пожалуйста, прости меня,
Но я не вернусь домой.
Я знаю, что с тобой будет.
Ты вздрогнешь и воскликнешь:
«Чего-то не хватает!
Кажется, по мне кто-то скучает!»
Хотя я и буду жертвой...

Мурашки по коже…
Эти раны никогда не заживут.
От страха я проваливаюсь в бездну
И не могу отличить, что реально, а что – нет.

Есть кое-что внутри меня,
Что тянет меня и путает...
(Сомневаюсь, что реально?)
И бесконтрольно буду я идти сквозь время, не представлю…
(Сомневаюсь, что реально?)

Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll have woke up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
Isn't something missing?

You won't cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant ...?
Am I so insignificant ...?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?

Even though I'd be sacrificed,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?

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 ...

Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
I know what you do to yourself,
Shudder deep and cry out:
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
Even though I'd be sacrificed ...

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 what is real)
The lack of self-control I fear
Is never ending, controlling
(Confusing what is real)

Miss \ Goose bumps

Please , please forgive me ,
But I will not be home .
Perhaps one day you wake up in the morning ,
And suddenly , unwittingly , say to no one:
"In my opinion , something is missing ... "

I know that you will not cry because I'm not around -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I so little to you?
Am I a blank space for you ?
Is not something missing ?
Do not nobody misses me ?

Although I 'd be sacrificed ,
You will not try for me, not now .
Though I'd die to know you love me ,
I'm all alone .
Do not nobody misses me ?

Seized me feeling terrible discomfort
It confuses me , control me.
Against their will I stand beside his reflection ,
It haunts me .
I seem to have
I can not find myself again .
Walls crush on me.
( I do not feel confident in yourself ,
Because I know that outside pressure is too high).
I have always felt this -
So insecure .

Please , please forgive me ,
But I will not be home .
I know what will happen to you .
You shiver and cry out :
" Something is missing !
It seems to me someone is bored ! "
Although I 'd be sacrificed ...

Goosebumps ...
These wounds will never heal .
I fear falling into the abyss
And I can not distinguish what is real and what - no.

There is something inside me ,
What confuses me and pulls ...
( I doubt that real? )
And I will go unchecked through time has not been submitted ...
( I doubt that real? )