if you ask me

again, my friend, i'll give you the same answer.

i don't know why, and i don't understand it either.

and i chose not to ask this question to myself anymore, knowing that i could never find an answer to it.

i've decided to take the plunge, again and again, knowing one day that i'll be hurt again.

maybe that's my nature, for being too caring. that's just me, i can't change myself. 

i could never.

i've tried being cold hearted. then again, only to certain people that i think who deserves it.

some people may think it's all fake, and some even think i'm up to no good.

all i could say, 

that is me, only to a chosen few. and i could never give you a solid answer why.

maybe it's just as simple as that, a word called fate.