Yeah, I’m stitched-up smile, a paper grin, Drew it on thick so you can’t see in. I’ve been fine—no, I’ve been lying— Same old storm I keep denying. I throw confetti on my dread, Put glitter where the cracks have spread. Monsters in my mind, they’re throwing a rave, Dancing round the doubts I pretend I’ve slain. I keep my secrets where the laughter lives, Patch up cracks with positives. But every mask I make just fits too well— Can’t tell if it’s me or a carousel. I wear my paper skin, Painted grin, it’s gettin’ thin. Underneath, I’m chaos, calm, A hurricane that hums a psalm. Yeah, I’m proud of who I am, But hate that I’m this man. Contradiction’s my best friend— We play pretend again, again. I talk too loud to drown the doubt, Overthink the in and out Of every word that left my mouth— What’s that about? What’s that about? I’m a paradox in skinny jeans, Laughing while I split my seams. A therapy meme with a catchy beat, Streaming live from my self-defeat. Behind the jokes, I’m shakin’ knees, Prayin’ for a little peace. But peace looks bored, says, “Not tonight,” So I juggle my fears ‘til morning light. I wear my paper skin, Painted grin, it’s gettin’ thin. Underneath, I’m chaos, calm, A hurricane that hums a psalm. Yeah, I’m proud of who I am, But hate that I’m this man. Contradiction’s my best friend— We play pretend again, again. You’re doing fine, you’re fine— No I’m not, I’m just aligned. You’re composed, you’ve got control— Nah, I’m fighting monsters in a fishbowl! They swim in my skull, call me home décor, I lock the door but they build a door— Wait—does that make sense? Nope, but neither do I anymore. I wear my paper skin, Painted grin, it’s caving in. Underneath, I’m truth and scars, Burnt-out lights and borrowed stars. Yeah, I’m proud of who I am, But broken’s part of the plan. Contradiction’s my old friend— We play pretend until the end. Monsters in my mind, They’re mostly kind— They just get loud When I’m quiet inside.
