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Sunday, May 25, 2003

Tell me all the places we could go.
And count the headlights passing on the road


Tuesday, May 13, 2003

You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun

                                    


Friday, May 09, 2003

Incase you fail to notice,
Incase you fail to see
This is my heart bleeding before you
This is me down on my knees
These foolish games are tearing me apart
Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart


Monday, May 05, 2003

He said if this is how it's gonna be, then I quit
He walked out the door
I lost it
No one can make me cry
Make me laugh
Make me smile
Or drive me mad like he does
It's like a curse that is the cure
Better or worse, one thing's for sure
It's real love and I don't know what I'd do
If I lost it


Sunday, May 04, 2003



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Dream With Your Eyes Open
The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear." - Stephen King