<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:41:34.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DeepestPoetries</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>catchinTheStars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545088138390833726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-3601831943234331051</id><published>2009-06-22T14:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:33:53.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;admit!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i panic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;when you both going away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where else i was the one who gave you the courage to go&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;everything went so quicky in days when the result is out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and you guys were ready to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s: i miss you so much mama and baba.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-3601831943234331051?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/3601831943234331051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-admit-i-panic-when-you-both-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/3601831943234331051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/3601831943234331051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-admit-i-panic-when-you-both-going.html' 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ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the sound of her voice whispered sweet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Goodbyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;her eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;left to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He's alone to understand why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Why not one more night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;One last kiss goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;His sweet love tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He hope the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;still spell out her name where she is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Kiss his closing eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Help him sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Without her he's so lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Tonight he cry.&lt;br /&gt;Tell him why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He can't live without her warm embrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Goodbye to her his love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He won't forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Goodbye his love&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A story from Raffeal story to Anna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-8748126759410406938?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/8748126759410406938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-night-he-forgot-how-sound-of-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/8748126759410406938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/8748126759410406938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-night-he-forgot-how-sound-of-her.html' title=''/><author><name>catchinTheStars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545088138390833726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-2436020570346804498</id><published>2009-06-18T17:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T18:07:14.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darling, You're my deepest secret &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silencing out my fears. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn't wait for new beginning &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn't wait another year.&lt;br /&gt;Another hour &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another minute &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another reason &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for you to say it back to me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now i need you so bad (so bad) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Right now i need you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull her hood back ever so slowly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her eyes are filling out with tears. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wishing now for new a beginning &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wishing now that she were here.&lt;br /&gt;Another hour &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another minute &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another reason &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for you to say it back to me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now i need you so bad (so bad) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Right now i need you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Another hour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another minute &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another reason &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for you to say it back to me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now i need you so bad (so bad) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now i need you so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i know much in you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when you can't stop starring &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No aparting in circles &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can't stop swearing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be down about you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and out your eyes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tear me apart within inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And i swear i won't let you go just yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swear i won't let you go just yet&lt;br /&gt;Another hour &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another minute &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(And i swear i won't let you go just yet) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another reason &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for you to say it back to me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I swear i won't let you go just yet) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now i need you so bad &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(And i swear i won't let you go just yet) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now i need you so. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I swear i won't let you go just yet)&lt;br /&gt;Another hour &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another minute &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(And i swear i won't let you go just yet) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another reason &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for you to say it back to me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I swear i won't let you go just yet) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now i need you so bad &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(And i swear i won't let you go just yet) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now i need you so. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;                     (I swear i won't let you go just yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Story from : Raffeal to Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-2436020570346804498?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-2747126451400457903</id><published>2009-06-17T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:46:25.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;im lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;im insecure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;im empty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;im lonely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and im without a shell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-2747126451400457903?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/2747126451400457903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/2747126451400457903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/2747126451400457903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>catchinTheStars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545088138390833726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-6856499579608679702</id><published>2009-06-16T19:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:32:49.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He dont see why must he stayy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He dont see why cant he forget everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything he do,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; or say &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leave her nothing to say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaving her speechless.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for acting like that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause being like that, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is putting salt to his wounds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He thought she's different and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;treating his wounds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but he was wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's just stopping by at the wounds and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;continue putting salt &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where the previous party last do it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-6856499579608679702?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/6856499579608679702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-dont-see-why-must-he-stayy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/6856499579608679702'/><link 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morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All he want to feel is her love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All he think is about her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And how he feel his towards her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It only took that one time till now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now you're the only thing on his mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby girl all he wanna do is feel her love&lt;br /&gt;He can't stop thinking about her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the first time that he hear her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He never felt this way inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She knows after what happen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah he's not feeling right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's like she put some kind of spell on him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And he don't know what to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause everywhere he look&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all he see is a silhouette of her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See cause he was used to running around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every night going out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finding a new girl to go to&lt;br /&gt;And after all he been through with full of high hopes&lt;br /&gt;and all empty promises.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But that was until her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Came into his life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made him change his mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On what to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And all the ways he used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he know he's losing time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's no ordinary girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby girl he gotta play this right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's got him lose his mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tryna figure out how to find&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's her fullname&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what she love to wear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and so on..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is he asking too much or not enough?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So let him know this feeling's true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause he all he wanna do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is get a little closer to her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if she only knew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just let him know what he gotta do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So how's it feel to know that he&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't get her off his mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Constantly day and night he think of her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He caught up on her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that part's true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-975770558074801810?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/975770558074801810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-he-wake-up-in-morning-all-he-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/975770558074801810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/975770558074801810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-he-wake-up-in-morning-all-he-want.html' title=''/><author><name>catchinTheStars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545088138390833726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-4453571123026407666</id><published>2009-06-14T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T11:44:49.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ever since the day he know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;he never feel so lonely and cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;His life just hasn't been the same ohh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;How he wish to looked into her eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and not her go&lt;br /&gt;Baby if he ever get the chance to be with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;everything i would sacrifice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cuz the feeling that he feel within&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No other women would ever make him feel so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Its nice to smile when he get her phone call at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;or anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But he rather have her here with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;right next to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And hopefully he got to hold her tightly&lt;br /&gt;He gotta let her know he feel so weak without her calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;texting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He never thought that he could ever love a women so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He gotta let her know he think that ther are destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but his afraid to make confession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;he afraid of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;For her he cross the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;for her her do anything&lt;br /&gt;Thats right baby he's going crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;he need you to be his lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He been thinking lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;That her and him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;yes they can make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Just ride with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;roll with him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He's in love with her&lt;br /&gt;Break it down now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He tell her what he feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;From the moment that he hear her its been so damn real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;His heart seems to skip another beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every time they speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He can't believe he feel so weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tell him that she really need him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and she want him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and she miss him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And she love me she his lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He be around waiting for her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He put it down be the woman for her&lt;br /&gt;He falling so deep for her crazy over for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He's calling, calling out to her what am he going to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's true and no fronting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Its her and no other he can no longer go on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;without her he just break down&lt;br /&gt;talk to himlook ma let him talk for a minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;feelin him she aint finished got the messages &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;she left on his phone said she missed him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;when it gets to bein a lone now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;her worlds turned upside down with out him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;bein round hold up now he's not done sit back down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;see he's was goin crazy for her for her was goin crazy 4 him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;dont wanna fuss and fight no more believe him gurl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;thats just not how its suppose to be oh baby he's crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;she crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;they crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;he's waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hope she's reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and say it all back to 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she&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do he ever cross her mind.&lt;br /&gt;never know what her means to him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He fell for the girl at the PICTURE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-3109130945053785502?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/3109130945053785502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-wish-for-her-on-fallin-starwonderin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once upon a time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's a boy and a girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lets call the girl Amanda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the boy Rafla.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they were messenger-ing getting to know each other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the jokes and the normal things they talk about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suddenly Amanda ask Rafla to watch this wonder baby&lt;br /&gt;and its so funny&lt;br /&gt;and cute.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He laugh out loud!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda give Rafla a few more links.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A korean video which touched Rafla heart when watching.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And never had this feeling for awhile after what happen to him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soon after he begin to thinking about this Amanda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda is so thoughtful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafla got abit scared and nervous.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Came after Amanda hand her two favourite songs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafael get the lyrics and read it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trying to think why is Amanda giving him all this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is she trying to say this to him with all this words &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and means from her heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or just the sake of sending but means nothing at all to her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And until now the words still stuck on Rafla head.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The words goes like this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't read your mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need you to say it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plain and simple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would give my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything you needed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby I would be it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the only one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I talk to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who really knows me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tells me shows me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That it's enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just to be myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want nobody else&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They don't understand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I gave away my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I shook your hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take my breath away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buy me anything I ask&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go anywhere I wanna go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I traded everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just to know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me know you love me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me know you care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're thinking of me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I can't be there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me know you miss me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call me up sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna go but&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You gotta let me know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop and listen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's my thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calling your name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Screaming out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The way I feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would do the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think you might be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the same border&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Same line same page&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to your silence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brings the water to my eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want nobody else&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They don't understand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I gave away my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I shook your hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't let me in the dark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let this blind over my eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you don't feel the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is everything we have a lie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me a reason to stay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotta get us back on track&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause the worst thing is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loving someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who doesn't love you back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think you do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I need you to say it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soon after&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafla gave up and expose himself to her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one knows about the real him except for himself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isit a mistake to expose himself so quickly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy ending will it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or just the usual Rafla got it from a party.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-3215493144585904760?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/3215493144585904760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/06/once-upon-time-theres-boy-and-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;When the cast is open, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;everything is new to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;He couldnt wait for a new beginning of life.&lt;br /&gt;All the Hopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;All the Lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;All is a Lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;And he will always be &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;One of a Kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And continue do things that he never do before&lt;br /&gt;To himself nor for someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-6996801895025078185?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/6996801895025078185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-cast-is-open-everything-is-new-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Reverse psychology's failing miserably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's so hard to be&lt;br /&gt;left all alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Telling her is the only chance for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;There's nothing left but&lt;br /&gt;to turn and face her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;When he look into her eyes&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing there to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nothing but&lt;br /&gt;his own mistakes staring back at him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt; And asking why... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;All his sacrifice was hiding in her lie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The sacrifice is never knowing to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-7742650294818132372?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-5345494555377746376</id><published>2009-06-10T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:30:15.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everything is so complex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everyday is like a test full of opsticals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That almost seem impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And he thinking just another breath not a minute left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How long have he been drinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pass the glass pint hit the flash light now break it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;People say he's a star but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he still think he never make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And he thinking just another prayer not a second left.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He feel there’s something missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sometimes he hate that chaos surrounds him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;when all the answers he see go around him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is he drowning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is he fading away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or is he living up to all her dreams that made me this way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He been to hell and back looking for the answers to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Looking at himself trying to get things right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And he's feeling just another breath not a minute left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He feel the darkness lifting.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There was a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That he questioned if he ever be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Running getting high staying trapped by sleepless nights.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He's running from himself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and all the things he don’t like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Living every night like it’s the last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And he thinking just another prayer not a second left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He need to stop resisting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He's drowning in the drama lost in the lies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-5345494555377746376?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/5345494555377746376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/06/everything-is-so-complex-everyday-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/5345494555377746376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/5345494555377746376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/06/everything-is-so-complex-everyday-is.html' title=''/><author><name>catchinTheStars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545088138390833726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-3727243689075680894</id><published>2009-06-09T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:34:35.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;When he trembling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thrown overboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He's already relive the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He pretend it's nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He pull myself together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He say that I'll forget her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And he say she never hurt him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And look at it as learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And laugh about the good and the bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Because he will live forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;We don’t belong together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He know he feel better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;When he say to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He be not okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;If he land himself somewhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And there is where she got to know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He willing to put his life on the line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Just to get over her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-3727243689075680894?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-4124870910714645461</id><published>2009-05-31T02:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T02:02:06.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here he go again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Put him on the first flight heading eastbound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;He promise not to tell his dad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;He's miserable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;But he grow up to learn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;that the scars is cut are permanent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do anyone find it amusing that he's seeing clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;In this haze of hateful atmosphere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;So take him out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause he's a mess when he's alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And if anyone can help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;He think his losing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;He grab and hold on tightly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;but he start to slip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;But they got it wrong saying 'love is blind'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;but love is all about sacrifices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;So this one goes out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;To all you love struck fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;He got news for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;He know a thing or two on giving up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;To all you heartless souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;He think it's best you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;He play the leading role on giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-4124870910714645461?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/4124870910714645461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-he-go-again-put-him-on-first.html#comment-form' title='0 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He can see now that all of these clouds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are following him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in his desperate endeavor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To find his whoever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wherever she may be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's not coming back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He done something so terrible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He terrified to speak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's mixed up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He be blunt &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now the rain is just driving him crazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Washing she out of his hair &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and out of his mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keeping an eye on the world. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So many thousands of feet off the ground&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's over you now &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's at home in the clouds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Towering over her head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-4209101726940506191?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/4209101726940506191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-can-see-now-that-all-of-these-clouds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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breathe her in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crawl inside her head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walk around for hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exploring thoughts unsaid&lt;br /&gt;He want to taste her fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And swim inside her eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wrap up in her soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And feel her anger rise&lt;br /&gt;He want to lick her pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bathe in all her tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suffocate with memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He gathered through the years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He want to kiss her depth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And wallow in her sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling every single thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He ever felt within&lt;br /&gt;He want to touch her anger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Linger in her pride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soaking up the hatred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He buried deep inside&lt;br /&gt;He want to smell her secrets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inhaling all the lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relish in contentment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That floats apon her sighs&lt;br /&gt;He want to hear her love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trail fingers down her dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soak his feet in happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of endless laughter streams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He want to see your turmoil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get lost inside the lust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Piled up in corners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Collecting passions dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He want to grasp her innocence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Submerge inside her guilt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tremble with perceptions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That he have never felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He want to caress her consciousness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And lay beside her cries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tremble with her presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Engulfed within her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happiness is just outside his window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or is happiness a little more like knocking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happiness feels a lot like sorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but her are gone-not for good but for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gone for now feels a lot like gone for good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happiness damn near destroys her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So he tell himself that's probably enough for now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happiness has a violent roar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happiness is like the old man told him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look for itbut he never find it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But let it go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;live your life and leave it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wake up he'll be home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-1800896234561813748?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/1800896234561813748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-3557429367792202869</id><published>2009-05-27T06:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T06:13:45.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;He been losing his mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He been living a lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He been running away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He try to put on a face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and cover his heart.&lt;br /&gt;He dont know how he feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe he's mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or maybe he's proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He cant find the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He cant speak his mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dont know what he say.&lt;br /&gt;No!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He cant explain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what happened to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inside everything's upside down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything's spinning around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and its freaking him out.&lt;br /&gt;He love her too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All his emotions go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;out of control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the tears that flow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and dripp to the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-3557429367792202869?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-1544782487976771129</id><published>2009-05-26T04:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T04:49:22.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every step he took since the moment &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he could walk was a step toward finding her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wrote her name in the sand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the waves washed it away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wrote her name in his heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and forever it will stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If he count how many times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she crossed his mind in his entire life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He be lying if he said it was too many &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause heronly crossed his mind once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She never left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love does not consist of gazing at each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but in looking together in the same direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grow old with him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best is yet to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most beautiful view is the one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he share with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For her see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;each day he love her more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today more than yesterday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and less than tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relationships of all kinds &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are like sand held in her hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Held loosely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with an open hand the sand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remains where it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The minute she close his hand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and squeeze tightly to hold on the sand trickles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;through her fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She may hold onto some of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but most will be spilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A relationship is like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Held loosely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with respect and freedom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the other person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is likely to remain intact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But hold too tightly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too possessively&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the relationship slips away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and is lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is one pain he often feel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which she will never know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because it is caused by the absence of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If she can't save the relationship &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least save her pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ultimate test of a relationship is to disagree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but still hold hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some people come into their lives &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and quickly go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some stay for awhile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and leave footprints on their hearts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they are neverever the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>catchinTheStars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545088138390833726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-4098215322108687081</id><published>2009-05-23T03:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T04:13:59.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;may sixteen zero nine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rafael was spending his last two days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at home before heading to work at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He usual not at home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but working twenty four seven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;due to the sadness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he sees at home with parents packing their stuffs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ready to leave home for a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His dad had to work overseas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His mom have to follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last few hours spending and helping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he bathe and head to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Night shift is his usual shift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The night was breeze and cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though he's already tired of working twenty four seven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because of he wanna get this girl off his mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he relax and continue like every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That night when he reach his hub&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one of his colleagues ask"Fael! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we planned to eat supper like that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chip in?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Anything bro".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He chip in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and laugh off with a smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He start his bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Switch on his ipod &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(with the song that been on for months playing on repeat title i wanted you by ina)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and move off to some off beach park where his deliver is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;riding slowly at night (as usual)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeling the breeze and the cold night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After sending his order &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;riding slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He saw this cabby infront of him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so he decided to change lane to the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He pass the cab and suddenly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the cabby just turn without looking hit him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he flung 2 to 4 meters to the opposite road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and land on the extreme left lane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His bike was total damaged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He didnt take a second to look at his bike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but hop to the center &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and swear that cab driver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he faint after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He suddenly wake up upon arrival at the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And his mind was his mom and dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the girl that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he said this to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"i'll be not okay if i land myself somewhere &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there is where you got to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that im willing to put my life on the line just to get over you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now aftermath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he said to himself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"he just wish he just die for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and things would be much easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now he dont know when he can walk again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope she's happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy that someone willing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to take his life away just to get over her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hope noone does that for her before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and noone will ever do that for her." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-4098215322108687081?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/4098215322108687081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-sixteen-zero-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/4098215322108687081'/><link rel='self' 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me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will I be better if I were dead?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My wounds now reminds me you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-9047230889355871491?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/9047230889355871491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/05/sun-shivers-me-and-rain-kills-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/9047230889355871491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/9047230889355871491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/05/sun-shivers-me-and-rain-kills-me.html' title=''/><author><name>catchinTheStars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545088138390833726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-1759591947946497397</id><published>2009-05-20T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:11:37.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i never thought that i would landed somewhere and give up and get over you as i never wished it will happen. i still love and still wait even though i will break my promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-1759591947946497397?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-349664760690677680</id><published>2009-05-16T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:21:26.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time ticking tick tocking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama packing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Baba working last at spore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having our last meal together tomolo at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How silence it would be when they're gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baba, forgive me for every wrong thing that i done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didnt mean it so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Same goes to Mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will try to find someone who can take care of me while you're gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like you said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im notty when no one apart of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do whatever i like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Mama, no one have caught fire in my eyes except her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It been five years now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and only she caught me Mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only now i have her eight digits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i dont have the guts to say to her or even confess to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know nothing about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All i know about her is her number&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her favourite Macd Meal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her favourite chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her favourite Color&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and where she stay atand what her storey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im just so afraid Mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im afraid of being alone in the dark room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i know im gona cry when you and Baba walking pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;through that gate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How i wish she know how i feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How i wish she know that she's the meddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How i wish she know that im craving for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She keep gaving me love but thats all in cyber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not in reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How i wish it was real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I promise Mama i will takecare of myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and not be notty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and always clean up my room when its in mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves Muhd Razeen Badarudin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-349664760690677680?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/349664760690677680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-ticking-tick-tocking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/349664760690677680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/349664760690677680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-ticking-tick-tocking.html' title=''/><author><name>catchinTheStars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545088138390833726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-1645603611207851010</id><published>2009-05-14T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:59:15.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Like a moth to a flame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Burned by the fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;My love is blind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Can't you see my desire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-1645603611207851010?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/1645603611207851010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/05/like-moth-to-flame-burned-by-fire-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/1645603611207851010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/1645603611207851010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/05/like-moth-to-flame-burned-by-fire-my.html' title=''/><author><name>catchinTheStars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545088138390833726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-3757228624264050443</id><published>2009-05-14T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:29:30.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You dont realise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd do anything for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd wanna steal the stars out from the sky above you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would tame the wild hurricane wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you take this heart of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i can say dont make me wait one more day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you forsake this love so great if you ever feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i know you dont.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish to walk to heavens gate with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How i wish you would say "I love you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how i wish we been so close together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want more to satisfy this hunger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want your body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spirit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i think i wouldnt happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby let's set the wheels in motion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Youre the cure to this heart that's broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come on baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's seize the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just say the words I long to hear spoken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i think i gotta walking into a rosebush and not get pricked by thorns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My tears will soon be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im just going away to get over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With your conscience clear for a new life ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't be sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really need to hear the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the only thing im asking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos i need you to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe time alone will make you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how deep our love could be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this the first time in five years now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now i surrender my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos you're always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;keepin' me waitin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anticipatin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope when im gone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you would find the love i had for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up as i know there's no glimmer of a chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my dream is just a fairy tales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying to invite love and a perfect romance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A burning passion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh baby you're my destiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'll be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even though you don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-3757228624264050443?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/3757228624264050443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-dont-realise-id-do-anything-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/3757228624264050443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/3757228624264050443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-dont-realise-id-do-anything-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>catchinTheStars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545088138390833726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-1560057906382281630</id><published>2009-05-10T11:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:03:04.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont want to see the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alone to take a chance on life again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If i were to be your prince charming &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and your my enchanted princess on our throne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forever rule the kingdom of our love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Together living in a bubble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The days are neverending for US&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause i got to say this maybe its in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its definitely Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its in your smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause i just can go crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Losing it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it will make me happy catching you fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a weeks timeBaba and Mama leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i dont know gonna happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know what in you that made me caught fire &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and wanna be with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where i dont even know you at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not a single thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know why i felt shit up and tripp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you say a friend fetching you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First i working like hell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because i dont want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to cry in my room and think and look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the stuffs that packing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you came play apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just trying to get you off my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i cant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont want to fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Falling will just end me up bleeding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and not healing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i already am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i know it gona hurt next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just simply starts with a N and ends with a A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Begins with a S and ends with a A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In between a I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just dont know why i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i know you dont love me or having anything towards me.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be close just simply scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying to confess &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but everything change my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying to say something but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;end up stopping halfway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and just leave it hanging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I afraid of wooing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why cant you just woo me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only you have caught fire in my eyes all this years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the first time i saw you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till this sec im typing out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even though you did nothing at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forcing everything from my veins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to my blood in my body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to work and get you off my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Force till i cant force.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why i decide to pack and leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without you noticing that im gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You never notice anything coming from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swore five vowels and three syllabels to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-1560057906382281630?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/1560057906382281630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-want-to-see-world-alone-to-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/1560057906382281630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/1560057906382281630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-want-to-see-world-alone-to-take.html' title=''/><author><name>catchinTheStars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545088138390833726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-4241297624564460894</id><published>2009-05-09T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:11:47.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;He woke up from dreaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dreaming that she was at his doorstep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She bought food for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And say can i come in and company you while youre parents away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's leaning now into the breeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remembering the dream and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he falls to his knees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like the feeling of what he needs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the one who caught fire in his eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he doesn't believe in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's determined to call her bluff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who could deny these butterflies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're filling his gut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he admit that he do love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're neighbors all this while.unfamiliar faces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He pleads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh he tries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he's only denied everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now he's dying to get inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the first who made him like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having butterflies in the stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Texting and stopping halfway through all his sentence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's in his mind all the while &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without she realising that it was her all this while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Backing off from all his words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a victim of his time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was no choosing his direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He feel lost in the path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never ever thought that she will be in his cell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now he does still hiding behind the bushes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With all his trials behind him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He simply weak in his conviction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were are now the victim of his crimes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were a beautiful distraction &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So he kept her locked away outside &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let misery provide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now he's afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How he wish you were his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he were yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He read you as his enchanted princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He hoped it would come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that one day he would be your prince charming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And say this to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would make you my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;move heaven and earth if you were my girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would give you my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be all that you need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;show you you're everything that's precious to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;I never make a promise i don't intend to keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so when i say forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forever's what i mean&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm no casanovabut i swear this much is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be holding nothing back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when it comes to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you dream of love that's everlasting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well baby open up your eyes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-4241297624564460894?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/4241297624564460894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-woke-up-from-dreaming-dreaming-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/4241297624564460894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/4241297624564460894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-woke-up-from-dreaming-dreaming-that.html' title=''/><author><name>catchinTheStars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545088138390833726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-212950295635805243</id><published>2009-05-07T17:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:17:57.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was shy to make his move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His life was full of loneliness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until she caught fire in his eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta be gotta be his everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He got what he want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He got what he need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What can he do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he really really crazy over her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was a boy and a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is so typical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they were so typical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For example boy loves girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but girl doesnt know that boy loves her cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boy is shy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boy is why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boy is scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The girl still stands strong livin her life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The man in boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pretends that he had no love for the girl anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He keeps to himself in the place that he stays umm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He writes letters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one after another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and other ways he possibly could saying that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He know that he be loving her so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shes his soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His everything in life he could have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He just cant let her go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the boy was working at MacD's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forcing everything he got in his body to get over her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and denied loving her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He memorized his final script &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and wrote the last letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoping that it was abit better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;than the one before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats what its for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he’s ready to make the first move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ready to score but.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in front of him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ordering fries and a macspicy was none other than the one he wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The girl with another guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she smiled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he winked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they both said, ‘hi!’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was dumfounded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jaws dropped to the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;closed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he ran straight out the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And back to his crib where he cried and cried.&lt;br /&gt;He loving you so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and want you in his life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even though he know nothing about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He never cried like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The words he wrote for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He noticed her from far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But all she see is like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She don’t give a damn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boxes piling up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He leaving on the jetplane without you realising it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Typing this out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tears falling and rolling down his cheek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and saying I Love you so much Six Three..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He telling her its too tough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when he feel he almost had her but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-212950295635805243?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/212950295635805243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-was-shy-to-make-his-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/212950295635805243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/212950295635805243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-was-shy-to-make-his-move.html' title=''/><author><name>catchinTheStars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545088138390833726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-5805705878382880059</id><published>2009-05-07T16:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:52:05.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;err he dont know where to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he didnt know all this while she were in his profile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last sunday while he was working he saw her passing by and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she went in to buy some macd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes he one of the riders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so hate that day got attach there for a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sorry on their behalf for disturbing her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he dont like them anyway. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;secondly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all this while/years he been finding this natural beauty girl that living near his area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he still remember every day before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he got his two wheels they used to go to school together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she were in B and he was still in Ba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes he admit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the first time he saw her at the station&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she caught fire in his eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then he went searching every profile he got but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still couldnt find her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;type out her school or the area they living in but still couldnt find her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now he just realise she were in his profile all this while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before he got his two wheels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after the first time he saw her he hope to see her every morning.&lt;br /&gt;when he saw her je&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he will look secretly and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when she realise he was looking he will turn away and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;look else where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after he got his two wheels je&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he dont see her anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a year plus going to be two now but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he still searching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ask around who that natural beauty girl that he saw every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;give describtion to his friends but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no one know who.until last sunday he saw her again after so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even though that particular day he got the chance to go to her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still he was still afraid like before he have his two wheels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now since he know she in his list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he taking this chance even though its not gentle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe she can call this all crap or whatsoever she may think of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its her decision he respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he out of words what to say to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rush home for awhile just to message her here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now he going off back for his second shift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but its all to her to believe him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Begin with the letter N and ends with the letter A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In between a I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe if she want to she can hit his eight digits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he not sure whether he making the wrong move by giving out his digits.&lt;br /&gt;never he ever do this before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this was his first and last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so now he guess he go now and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bathe and back to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-5805705878382880059?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/5805705878382880059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/05/err-he-dont-know-where-to-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/5805705878382880059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/5805705878382880059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/05/err-he-dont-know-where-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>catchinTheStars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545088138390833726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-3243638522490311440</id><published>2009-05-04T15:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:33:52.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beautiful you know you leave me breathless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;each time you caught fire into my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart belong to you and you my angel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even though i know youre taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each time i saw you countlessly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant believe it how magical you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My star belong to you baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could live in your arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and spend every moment I had with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay up all night watching the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and confess all the faith that I had in you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that we could sit around and talk for hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About things I couldnt say to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And things that we could never do and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this conversation has had no face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Starts with a alphabet S and ends with A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Begin with the letter N and ends with the letter A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In between a I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I borrow words from all my favourite paragraphs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To write about all of these faded things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hope would mean the most to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and each line is sent i have found a new pages of hope &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the days when i fell like ive lost everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby your the closest thing that ive wanted most but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you still cant see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say five vowels and three syllabels to you.&lt;br /&gt;Its the same three words i thought i would never said again to anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The phrase that breaks a heart in two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause Baby I love You &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-3243638522490311440?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/3243638522490311440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/05/beautiful-you-know-you-leave-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/3243638522490311440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/3243638522490311440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/05/beautiful-you-know-you-leave-me.html' title=''/><author><name>catchinTheStars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545088138390833726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-8221632242425065001</id><published>2009-05-02T11:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:07:30.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My misery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My history&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here i am with nobody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walking all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on my lonely street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Standing tall on my own feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant believe this happen to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You left me standing to face reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im standing again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To release the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here i am my melody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Asking you to stay with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here i am my melody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I force myself to work when i actually cant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been falling sick till i dont know how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got myself in accident till i lost count.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything i do now is because i want to get you of my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been bleeding bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you can't see my blood It's nothing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but some feelings that i always hide.&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a fighter and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fight thru every single thing but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so weak when you were here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i cant fight thru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your picture that i took and put it in my cell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are just memories of a different life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some that made us laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some that made us cry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One that made i have to say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you popup on my cell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how i wish you were mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Touching my cell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looking upon you and i say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You're the only one who caught my eyes on fire"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one have suceeded to do so except you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How i wish i could say this upon looking in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You look so wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Youre everything I need and more" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i dont know you well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel i know you everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just dont want you to realise how much i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the first time i hand you your meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went lost of words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was shock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a quick words and quickly walkaway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i was rude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just cant help it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My body was melting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my knees are shaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart is pounding to pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much i feel so lonely when baba and mama leaving soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;less than a month now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What gonna happen to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now i know when im gonna serve the nation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so sorry Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe i should just pack up and leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and only return when i need so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leaving without you realising that im gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i want you to know this if im gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted you to be there when I fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted you to see me through it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted you to be the one I loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted you to hold me in my sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted you to show me what I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted you to know just how down deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-8221632242425065001?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/8221632242425065001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-misery-my-history-here-i-am-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/8221632242425065001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/8221632242425065001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-misery-my-history-here-i-am-with.html' title=''/><author><name>catchinTheStars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545088138390833726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-2683536017487033846</id><published>2009-04-20T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:27:51.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im walking away with my heart drippin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with blood that you stab openly.&lt;br /&gt;I still affort to walk even though what you did is hurting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and im dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really cant forget where else forgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every single sweet memories turns to be brutal.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i told myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;theres no point crying for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hoping for the beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Where i know it will never be one.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i told myself theres no point being sad on you leaving me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and realise maybe "The Whom" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just want me to go through the bricks that he install for me.&lt;br /&gt;No point for me asking and hoping for your love where i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im just your "Rebound" and "Conquest".&lt;br /&gt;No point for me to be here waiting and waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now i realise whats infront of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I regret about my own self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing matters to you still waiting here.&lt;br /&gt;What did i do wrong until you left me alone.&lt;br /&gt;Am i suppose to take it as you already have a new mankind.&lt;br /&gt;You change without me realising.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because i was too much concentrating on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or maybe because i love you too deeply.&lt;br /&gt;That really happen between us.&lt;br /&gt;Now i just leave everything to "Whom" i should believe in.&lt;br /&gt;I accept whole heartedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just pray for your happiness and put in faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and move on living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and walking slowly but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this i must say my heart is trap in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Now everything is over.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you accept it sincerely and hope that i could forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say goodbye my love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-2683536017487033846?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/2683536017487033846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-walking-away-with-my-heart-drippin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/2683536017487033846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/2683536017487033846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-walking-away-with-my-heart-drippin.html' title=''/><author><name>catchinTheStars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545088138390833726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-717538018942331056</id><published>2009-04-19T09:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T09:31:37.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why did you runaway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel so lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really want you by my side like before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where did you go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find you everywhere and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i lost being pampered and you're having fun outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where did you go running away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I been finding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where's your promises and swearing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im the Only One&lt;br /&gt;that you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;What mistakes did i do to you and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what wrong move did i make until&lt;br /&gt;you runaway and i lose you.&lt;br /&gt;Inside i keep it deeply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Memories between &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You and Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im trying to understand what happen.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i was harsh or my attitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until Our Love was destroy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always said You're the Only One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe to you all that is meaningless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you mean you still wanna make friends.&lt;br /&gt;I treasure the love that i given you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without bearing the consquences.&lt;br /&gt;Now i realise what is Heart Feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Without you here by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's no meaning im in this state.&lt;br /&gt;Is this what i get for being sincere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until i forgot my own self.&lt;br /&gt;Why am i here still waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and loving&lt;br /&gt;even though my heart you cut through deep.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever thought of hating you for what you did.&lt;br /&gt;Now i realise to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the promises you never meant it.&lt;br /&gt;Just let me be here healing my own wounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and while im here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will keep waiting and waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if there's alot of bricks and sacrifices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will go through it without thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;untill i cut my veins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-717538018942331056?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/feeds/717538018942331056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-did-you-runaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/717538018942331056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3122795872761979294/posts/default/717538018942331056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-did-you-runaway.html' title=''/><author><name>catchinTheStars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545088138390833726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TWWLgP8oLk/SY9cuGQV_8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HwD1LdKxbKY/S220/DSC03002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3122795872761979294.post-360261444376427584</id><published>2009-04-17T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:33:02.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of April</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It wasn't long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since you left me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder howI wonder why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did leave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It broke apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fell apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can you do this to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was i right?Am i wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why won't you tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did i go out with other girls?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am i a flirt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If i were to stab you in your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;If i told you i loved you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would you reply.&lt;br /&gt;Or would you stand there and look at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you watch me as i die.&lt;br /&gt;Here i amonce againstanding alone where you left me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How did we became like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was it my fault that you're unhappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you left me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a question without a answer at the end of April...&lt;br /&gt;And so onI move on forget about the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life goes on for the memories that i have will there for be burnt into ash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess youwasn't the one for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At first &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was too blind to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for what you did to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You played me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;And nowyou see me killing myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For what you done to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fall off from my two wheel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and still get up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forcing myself in everything i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does it hurt you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each day past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each night past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im still standing just to get you outta my system.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know how powerful you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till im forcing myself thru all the bricks ahead of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Restless sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Falling sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blood coughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Temp higher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Skidded off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Five days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Four nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so on to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3122795872761979294-360261444376427584?l=mybleedingmem0ries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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