Tally marks mar my arms
Scars pop up now and then
It's better this way
Controlled chaos
Hyperactivity bleeds through
But hey, it's easier this way

It's better than the dangerous ones
How hard do I have to hit the wall to break my arm
It's better than the chaotic ones
How many times do I have to fall before it's acceptable to not get back up
But hey, it's better this way

I think, I feel
I know I do
Month and a half I've been
Clean
It bled through
It always bleeds through
But hey, it's easier this way

I'm worried I'll get lost
Between the masks I hide behind
I'm worried I'll get lost
Lose who I'm meant to be
I'm worried I'll get lost
And just won't care

I'm worried I'll get lost
But hey, it's better that way.