I wonder..
if in time my wounds from my past will heal , if I'll be able to shed each layer,
sin being my last peal
through your eyes I showcase my imperfection
with mine i blink out each image of my reflection
I'm too ashamed of my own true self
but im way too pompous to ask for... your help
If my silence breaks then the pieces might not be put together
therefore loosing control of my endeavor
my plan was never for you to watch me fall
you were only supposed to notice me when I had it all
when i was well-adjusted and another was in my place
you were never supposed to recognize this face
separate any thought or image you've ever wanted to believe
because I know what your looking for , I can tell what you need
and I'm in no place to start over I've simply given up on me