Monday, December 9, 2013

Can't open up my heart,
Can't make up my mind.
The one who loves me does not excite me,
the one who excites me, often tend to hurt me.

But the pain is what makes me feel alive.
The love is warmth but causes me to feel subside.
Maybe I am still a fool, living with a lie.
Someone who don't know what he has, until one last try.

I get bored easily, I get bored to quick.
I'm like a living dead, with no time to tick.