You worry too much
About my own set of
Problems and your imagination
Runs wild, blinded by love

"You're killing yourself
Slowly with every slice
Every incision and bruise and burn
Every mark so precise"

I remind you that I have it
Under control, my control
That every mark I make myself
Fills the little holes in my soul

But with every hole I fill
They seem to sink back in
So I make the marks on my body
On the top of the skin

I promise I have control of
The little beast inside
The one that breaks free every night
The one that I desperately try to hide

So do not fret love
For I have the control
I will win every battle
That is purely my role