I want you to know that I'm not trying to be cold;
I'm trying to be a mystery.
I was not taught how to expose enough of me -
and still keep pieces for myself.
I give it all, I always give it all.
So forgive me
But I'm making sure there's something left
for me to hang on to when you're not around.

Because this time when my insides tick,
I want to hear the sound.