Saturday, December 08, 2007

You love me
But I love him
And he loves her
Or thinks so
And she loves him
And you like me
But you don't know
That he loves me
And I love him

Thursday, December 06, 2007

Theme song? Yes I have a theme song today. Bear with me.

Chiodos, To Trixie and Reptile, Thanks for Everything

"This is it, our one chance to make things right
Post love affliction
Our hearts nightmares won't let this happen again
Name the last time I wrote about something other than you
I'll keep dreaming
Not another word sweetheart
Nothing is perfect, but it has to be someday
So I'll keep dreaming
We have to be someday"
Somehow that just gets me today more than anything I could possibly say, cause me, I'm speechless.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

more words..

"you're charming, friendly, open minded, non judgemental, sleek, sexy, intelligent, non-snob, name a few.

...don't know anyone who wouldn't feel good knowing you're their girlfriend and stuff.
...know this, if there ever was a complete package of a woman, you'd be it."
Do we believe everything they tell us?
Well, I like to.
'what good is dreaming, when I can't even sleep here?
what good is lying down, when there's no one to hold...
what good is letting go when something won't let me?
what good is saying goodbye... now that you're gone...'
Juliana Theory

Sunday, December 02, 2007


Do you ever wish
We could have loved eachother a little differently
Just a little differently
I'd still be by your side,
But we'd make it different this time

Did you ever wish for just one kiss
To feel the world change in my lips
That I'd given you anything to remember

Turn around? And try again?
Could you still care for what you see in these eyes

I'm lost to myself
Why do I think you can find me
Find me again
Like the last time you saw me
This is not the conversation for tonight
And I am sorry

I'll handcuff you to my fears
I carry them; you'll always be near
You can be my Love
Because I don't have any left
Be witness to my lies,
Cry for my goodbyes

I don't blame you for not being there
This time it's the truth, I swear

'He loves me, he loves me not.
My love was my decay.
He loves me, he loves me not.
She repeated to herself over and over.
These petals decide what's next for you and I...'