tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91270302011-04-21T14:18:09.015-07:00here's a letter from my thoughts, its the first that i would sing about to think this wont ruin anything hurts more to keep it in.. and im feel i told you not to miss because it might be to a friend its just something about you that make's me look again.. just think for the weekend maybe we could be something.. some thoughts are well would our time, and if we ever find out what this is all about. these thought well would be our time..a flashback reaveals a picture of you in my head..noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127030.post-1100534064708284492004-11-15T07:54:00.000-08:002004-11-15T07:55:40.643-08:00as days pass, I FEEL MY FOOLISH HEART.. <br /> foolish enough to believe in lies.. <br />your lies your endless lies, now look at you.. <br />what are you now.. your just a fuckin freakin SLUT.. <br /> "LOOK WHOSE HAPPY NOW.." <a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /></a> <br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2281/640/meredith_1044570497_bloody_sink.1.jpg"><img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2281/400/meredith_1044570497_bloody_sink.1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127030-110053406470828449?l=xletdownsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a flashback reaveals a picture of you in my head..noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127030.post-1100465163736629752004-11-14T13:39:00.000-08:002004-11-14T12:46:03.736-08:00<p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">Would you like me to paint a portrait Of all the <strong>words</strong></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">that were said </span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">You and I stopped talking‘Cause all I could <strong>paint</strong></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">Would be black stripes on a canvass</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>A wonderful scar across the corner of my chest</strong></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">Which makes me <strong>collapse onto the sand</strong></span></p><p align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">A fire in my heart is burning</span></strong></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">As the shoreline clouds my judgmentIn a<strong> single fragile moment</strong></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;"></span> </p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>Everything was more open</strong></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">Back when I was <span style="color:#ff0000;">afraid</span> of the <strong>truth</strong></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">But I’ll <strong>never</strong> have my closure</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">I get the fact that I never ever <strong>realized</strong></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>Who I was</strong></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">But the scene has changed</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">And it’s the <strong>end</strong> for me</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">A<strong> wonderful scar</strong> across the corner of <strong>my chest</strong></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">Which makes me <strong>collapse</strong> onto the sand</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>A fire in my heart is burning</strong></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">As the shoreline clouds my<strong> judgment,</strong></p><blockquote><p align="left"><strong></strong> </p></blockquote></span><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">In a <strong>single fragile moment</strong></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">Everything was more open</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">Back when I was afraid of the <strong>truth</strong></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">But I’ll never have my closureI’m not going to </span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>back down</strong></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">Even though I’m not aroundI’m not going to<strong> <span style="color:#ff0000;">back down</span></strong></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">Even though I’m not aroundI won’t back downIn a single <strong>fragile moment</strong></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>Everything</strong> was more open</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">Back when I<strong> was afraid of the truth</strong></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">But I’ll never have my closure..</span> <span style="color:#ff6666;"><<span style="color:#666666;">/</span>3</span></strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127030-110046516373662975?l=xletdownsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a flashback reaveals a picture of you in my head..noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127030.post-1100333846506969742004-11-13T01:17:00.000-08:002004-11-13T00:40:51.083-08:00Well here's a letter from my thoughts, its the first that i would sing about. <br />To think this wont ruin anything hurts more to keep it in.. <br />And i feel i told you not to miss <br />Because it might be to a friend its just something about you that make's me look again.. <br />Just think for the weekend, maybe we could be something.. <br />Some thoughts are well would our time, and if we ever find out what this is all about. these thought well would be our time.. <br /> <br />"just keep it in, never let it go." <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127030-110033384650696974?l=xletdownsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a flashback reaveals a picture of you in my head..noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127030.post-1100334449660030982004-11-13T00:27:00.000-08:002004-11-13T00:27:29.660-08:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2281/1024/untitled.1.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2281/400/untitled.1.jpg'></a><br />i'm sorry that you cried so hard darling,<br />i'll never hurt you again,<br />take this time to find your tongue,<br />a sorry excuse to stop your lies,<br />the best 30 seconds of my life,<br />my angel take your pills,<br />my angel i sold your ring,<br />and now you're speechless<br />and i can't stop laughing,<br />i didnt want it this way,<br />i hope you're happy where you are<br />and i'm glad to say i put you there,<br />who's the one that's laughing now,<br />i'm the one who's laughing now<br /><br />i hope you're feeling my embrace, and i can't sleep)<br />you should have left me sleeping,<br />you should have let me sleep... <br />&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127030-110033444966003098?l=xletdownsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a flashback reaveals a picture of you in my head..noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127030.post-1100334401884442552004-11-13T00:26:00.000-08:002004-11-13T00:26:41.883-08:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2281/1024/untitled2.1.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2281/400/untitled2.1.jpg'></a><br />just think it for the weekend maybe we could be something.. and we ever find out what this is all about. this thought are worth of our time.. <br />&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127030-110033440188444255?l=xletdownsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a flashback reaveals a picture of you in my head..noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127030.post-1100331781441569012004-11-12T23:43:00.000-08:002004-11-12T23:43:01.440-08:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2281/50/emo.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2281/200/emo.jpg'></a><br />so sit right next to me, tell me you love me </3&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127030-110033178144156901?l=xletdownsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a flashback reaveals a picture of you in my head..noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127030.post-1100293166339756972004-11-12T13:59:00.000-08:002004-11-12T12:59:41.203-08:00im sorry for being numb.. </3 div <> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127030-110029316633975697?l=xletdownsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a flashback reaveals a picture of you in my head..noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127030.post-1100266464259148852004-11-12T05:33:00.000-08:002004-11-12T05:34:24.260-08:00this world is better without you.. <br /> <br />an eye for an eye.. <br /> <br />and this bitter words.. <br /> <br />they mean nothing.. <br /> <br />they mean nothing anymore.. <br /> <br />"leave me be.. let me love.. let me live.." <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127030-110026646425914885?l=xletdownsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a flashback reaveals a picture of you in my head..noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127030.post-1100296831041315852004-11-12T02:00:00.000-08:002004-11-12T14:00:31.040-08:00you coming or not? <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127030-110029683104131585?l=xletdownsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a flashback reaveals a picture of you in my 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