Self Concious

And it's messy Never would I ask Never would I beg But it's a two way street You got to give and you can take Never would I say it out loud Maybe I'm the narcissistic for not asking? Maybe I'm the mistake ? Maybe it isn't over with the past Maybe I'm just the distraction ? But I wouldn't dare to ask In my disguise Altruism my theme Nonchalant my personality To tired to ask Look in to my eyes My mouth wouldn't speak the truth Look into my Soul And see the bleeding scar Bandaids don't fixed bullet holes It's the assurance , truth and Love That consumes the mind and fixed the hearth