Yes, I am a cold person

Yes, I am a cold person

I threw my heart away

lost the lock and key

buried all those old memories

I don't want to be 

tied down by the past

I don't want to be 

bound by the pain and hurt

I just want to forget

I just want to run away

I just want to breathe

I just want to be me

Yes, I am cold person

I gone through so much 

give it my all

but everything just fell apart

I don't want to hurt anymore

thats why,

yes.

I am a cold person

Aching

To believe, its the hardest thing for me.
I don't have confidence.
I don't think I have any qualities that are good enough to be called good.
I am neither smart or pretty.
I am just me.

A plain old boring me.

But why is it,
I keep trying every time?

Even if I really really really want to give up,
there is always this part of me that hope.

Even if I lost faith in everything,
there is always this insignificant part of me that hope.

Hope that someone would come along
and prove me wrong.

Why is it that when you believe in something,
you can believe in it absolutely?

Like how happiness can never come without sacrifices or last....

I don't want to stop believing,
I don't want to stop hoping,
I don't want to stop wishing,
Because
Its the only thing that keeps me going.