tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85959754776990916222012-02-16T02:45:38.133-06:00ashxnighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04813122098193707097noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8595975477699091622.post-65992451819115642822008-03-24T14:58:00.002-05:002008-03-24T15:04:00.230-05:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">I don't want you, to give it all up</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> And leave your own life, collecting dust</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> And I don't want you, to feel sorry for me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> You never gave us, a chance to be<br /><br /></span>i know you have your own life..<br />and you can't always be there for me...<br />but i wish you could...<br />i just wish you could see<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And I don't need you, to be by my side</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> To tell me, that everything's alright</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> I just wanted you, to tell me the truth</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> You know I'd do that for you</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><br /></span>all i want is the truth...<br />that's all...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> And when I get close, you turn away</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> There's nothing that I can do or say</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> So now I need you, to tell me the truth</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> You know I'd do that for you</span><br /><br />i understand you've got someone<br />all i want is for you to tell me...the <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">truth</span></span>...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Is it me, is it you? (is it me, is it you)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Nothing that, I can do (nothing that, I can do)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> To make you, change your mind (to make you)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> Is it me, is it you? (so why do - you run - away)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> Nothing that, I can do (won’t you tell me)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> Is it a, waste of time? (why do - you run - away)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span>it may all be just a waste of time<br /><br />but i <span style="font-style: italic;">need</span> to know the <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">truth</span></span><br /><br />it's not that difficult...<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8595975477699091622-6599245181911564282?l=fuckedupthoughtsofafuckedupboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ashxnighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04813122098193707097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8595975477699091622.post-35388863334334962902007-12-13T22:58:00.000-06:002007-12-13T23:21:58.678-06:00<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" 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style="font-family: georgia;">i am finding out that maybe i was wrong<br />that i've fallen down and i can't do this alone<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">i am nothing now and its been so long since i've heard the sound<br />the sound of my only hope</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-style: italic;">this time i will be listening<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>i find myself sleeping a lot lately<br />no matter how much i sleep...it's like my body can't get enough...<br />i came home and decided to take a nap at <span style="font-style: italic;">2</span> this afternoon<br />i slept until <span style="font-style: italic;">6</span><br /><br />last night i went to sleep at <span style="font-style: italic;">8 </span>or <span style="font-style: italic;">9 </span><br />i don't know why i went to bed early<br /><br />i also slept in class today<br /><br />i can't remember the <span style="font-style: italic;">dreams </span>that i've had after the one about <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">him</span></span> yesterday afternoon<br /><br />maybe it's better that way<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">this heart, it beats, beats for only you<br />my heart is yours<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>who knows<br />maybe <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">he</span></span> wont make anymore cameo's in my <span style="font-style: italic;">dreams</span><br /><br />i can hope i suppose<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">please don't go now<br />please don't fade away<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">my heart is...<br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">yours</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8595975477699091622-6265003660188867668?l=fuckedupthoughtsofafuckedupboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ashxnighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04813122098193707097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8595975477699091622.post-74889801873495017062007-11-27T16:57:00.000-06:002007-11-27T17:12:02.533-06:00<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I think it's time to say goodnight</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I think it's time we say goodbye</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And it's been so tough, but at least I tried</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And I've had enough, so let me scream it out with my last breath</span><br /><br />That's what I have to say, bitch.<br /><br />I dunno...it's all just blah..<br />It's gotten stupid though...<br />I've started to <span style="font-style: italic;">dream</span> about him now...<br /><br />Now that's just pathetic...<br /><br />But can you control your <span style="font-style: italic;">dreams</span>?<br />Are <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">you</span></span> responsible for what you <span style="font-style: italic;">dream</span> about?<br />Is it <span style="font-weight: bold;">REALLY</span> possible to control who or what you <span style="font-style: italic;">dream</span> about?<br /><br />I don't like this whole <span style="font-style: italic;">dreaming</span> thing<br />It's not really up to you who just pops up<br />It's not really up to you how much it all hurts to see that person in your most sacred space<br /><br />It's an invasion...<br />It's horrible...<br />It's <span style="font-weight: bold;">FUCKIN</span> unwanted...damn it<br /><br />It's not like I'm all like "<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">YAY!</span></span> I'm gonna dream about <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">ZAC</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> tonight"<br /><br />He's even hurting me in my fuckin <span style="font-style: italic;">dreams</span> people...<br />How much control am I giving him?<br /><br />I need to take it <span style="font-weight: bold;">ALL</span> away...<br />but I don't know how to reverse it...<br /><br />I guess I've spent too much of my life thinkin about him...<br />therefore giving him much power over me...<br /><br />So I guess when he hurt me in real life...<br />he had to hurt me in my <span style="font-style: italic;">dreams </span>as well...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />but won't you grant me this last request?</span></span><br /></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">too many dreams have come to life just to wither and die<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">how many times must I sing my soul to you<br />before you realize the trials you put me through?</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8595975477699091622-7488980187349501706?l=fuckedupthoughtsofafuckedupboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ashxnighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04813122098193707097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8595975477699091622.post-46647330771788892272007-11-26T22:23:00.000-06:002007-11-26T22:31:57.498-06:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5wbujaiXKc/R0udGzvRMCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wwkVeEszB1g/s1600-h/i+really+miss+tyler..gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5wbujaiXKc/R0udGzvRMCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wwkVeEszB1g/s320/i+really+miss+tyler..gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137372540239425570" border="0" /></a><br />OH THE MEMORIES<br />--CLICK THE IMAGE AND IT SHOWS YOU DIFFERENT PICTURES--<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8595975477699091622-4664733077178889227?l=fuckedupthoughtsofafuckedupboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ashxnighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04813122098193707097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8595975477699091622.post-72980146854157900022007-11-26T18:34:00.000-06:002007-11-26T18:37:42.096-06:00<span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">WELL<br /></span></span>I'm sick...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">SOOO</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />I'm startin a blog thingy<br />I have NO idea as to what will be put in here<br />I guess it will be all about me...<br />If you don't like it<br />Then don't come back<br /><br /><3<br /><br />::.:.:TYLER:.:.::</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8595975477699091622-7298014685415790002?l=fuckedupthoughtsofafuckedupboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ashxnighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04813122098193707097noreply@blogger.com0