I absolutly love this song!!! i have been listening to it quiet a bit and i am not a big country fan but i do find music that relates to me and my personal sitution. thats what music really is about right? Peace, Love and Rock on!!!!!
I've been up all night long
Just waitin' on the sun
I've given up, damn the dawn
It ain't never gonna come
Something's wrong
As long as you're gone
I'm not gonna sleep 'til I touch your face
Baby, not a wink I could go for days
If you ever needed to see me down on my knees
Take a look at me, baby, I can't sleep
Remember when you said we wouldn't last
I couldn't swallow my pride
Whoa, it's sinkin' in, baby, losin' you has
Finally opened my eyes
I'm wide awake
As long as it takes
And I'm not gonna sleep 'til I touch your face
Baby, not a wink I could go for days
If you ever needed to see me down on my knees
Take a look at me, baby I can't sleep
I'm not gonna sleep 'til I touch your face
Baby, not a wink I could go for days
If you ever needed to see me down on my knees
Take a look at me, baby I can't sleep
'Til I touch your face
Baby, not a wink I could go for days
I'm not gonna sleep 'til I touch your face
Baby, not a wink, I can't sleep
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Is it a total eclipse of the heart?
People come across their true love in many different ways; whether it be love at first sight or the love that you fight with every inch of your heart to gain.
& Then there are the unlucky people, whose hearts have been broken from their so-called-true-love.
Love is infinite, you can make as much love as you want.
Some people think they have love, and they try their best to keep it.
So why do people who really have that true love, lose it so quickly? Does that mean it's only true love from one perspective or does it mean that the tree of love that blossomed "Oh so quickly" was just an illusion of the heart?
Do some people even understand what true love really is? Is it when, when you're not with your loved one, your heart burns of sadness? Or is it when, you're with them, it seems like you two are the only people in the world? Or is it even when you feel like bursting into tears at home because you cant stand another minute without the spark they bring in your life?
The search for true love, is the hardest thing to do in life, so should you just give up? Or is that love worth fighting for?
Continue on your search , while I continue on mine. Wish me luck and I'll wish you luck. Break my heart and dig a hole in it forever.
& Then there are the unlucky people, whose hearts have been broken from their so-called-true-love.
Love is infinite, you can make as much love as you want.
Some people think they have love, and they try their best to keep it.
So why do people who really have that true love, lose it so quickly? Does that mean it's only true love from one perspective or does it mean that the tree of love that blossomed "Oh so quickly" was just an illusion of the heart?
Do some people even understand what true love really is? Is it when, when you're not with your loved one, your heart burns of sadness? Or is it when, you're with them, it seems like you two are the only people in the world? Or is it even when you feel like bursting into tears at home because you cant stand another minute without the spark they bring in your life?
The search for true love, is the hardest thing to do in life, so should you just give up? Or is that love worth fighting for?
Continue on your search , while I continue on mine. Wish me luck and I'll wish you luck. Break my heart and dig a hole in it forever.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
The shape of my heart....
Baby, please try to forgive me ,Stay here don't put out the glow, Hold me now don't bother if every minute it makes me weaker.You can save me from the person i have become..Lookin' back on the things I've done I was tryin' to be someone i played my part, kept you in the dark, Now let me show you the shape of my heart.. Sadness is beautiful, loneliness that's tragical, So help me I can't win this war.....I'm here with my confession, Got nothing to hide no more, I don't know where to start But to show you the shape of my heart
Faking till you Make it......
Do you ever feel like everyone is looking at you as you walk through a crowd? Do they perhaps see something odd in the way you walk or the way you are holding a package? Welcome to my world. Maybe people aren’t looking. The goal, naturally, is to blend in as much as possible, but this is no easy task.
Take, for instance, what happened yesterday. I needed to return a book to the college bookstore. They listed the wrong book for a class, and I was taking it back for a refund. Sounds simple. Oh, but I dropped my receipt on the floor. My feelings about the floor are not a secret. I call it the “deplorable” floor. Things were now a lot more complicated.
I reassured myself that all would be okay. At least it was cold out, so I could wear my cotton gloves. I put on the gloves right before stepping out of the car; that was just the beginning of the process, though. The dirty receipt was on the car seat; the book was in the trunk. Since I had no choice but to hold the receipt with one glove, I also had to hold the book in the same hand. The other gloved hand had to remain clean to hold my purse.
I had to get the book out of the trunk first. I put a plastic bag over one glove to open the trunk. I started to grab the book, and then another wrench was thrown into the process. I bumped my left glove against the side of the trunk, at least I’m pretty sure that I did. It doesn’t matter if I did or not; it looked like I did, so I might as well have. Now my left glove was dirty and I had to carry the book and receipt in that hand. I usually carry dirty objects in my right hand by default so that I don’t get confused and in case I have to sign anything at the store.
Now I really had to focus. I carried my purse in my right hand and the book and receipt in the left. It took about three minutes to trek to the store, and it was a twenty minute wait in line inside the store. Holding a heavy college textbook for that long in one hand and out far enough that it doesn’t touch your body is actually painful, but with OCD you do what you have to. I was so relieved when I finally made it up to the counter, and then what I was hoping wouldn’t happen, did. To get a refund I had to, not just sign, but fill out a form. My left glove was already dirty, and I am left handed, so this was bad.
So, there I was with two contaminated gloved hands, and I had to carry my purse out. There was one time in a similar situation that I did grab my purse handles, but then I had to go through an elaborate cleaning process when I got back to my car. I did not want to repeat that, so I decided that I would rather risk looking peculiar. I know I have looked peculiar many times before, like the times when I carried my purse with one hand on each side so that I wouldn’t have to touch the handles, or the times I held it with the bottom in the palms of my hands. Talk about getting some looks. One thing made this time slightly better – I had a refund receipt to hold in one hand. It looked a little awkward, but I acted like I was holding my purse up with one hand so I that I could use a couple of fingers to straighten out the receipt while I was intently perusing it. I kept this up the entire three minutes back to the car.
Germophobes can become fairly good as not to stand out from the crowd, Sometimes you just have to fake it.
Take, for instance, what happened yesterday. I needed to return a book to the college bookstore. They listed the wrong book for a class, and I was taking it back for a refund. Sounds simple. Oh, but I dropped my receipt on the floor. My feelings about the floor are not a secret. I call it the “deplorable” floor. Things were now a lot more complicated.
I reassured myself that all would be okay. At least it was cold out, so I could wear my cotton gloves. I put on the gloves right before stepping out of the car; that was just the beginning of the process, though. The dirty receipt was on the car seat; the book was in the trunk. Since I had no choice but to hold the receipt with one glove, I also had to hold the book in the same hand. The other gloved hand had to remain clean to hold my purse.
I had to get the book out of the trunk first. I put a plastic bag over one glove to open the trunk. I started to grab the book, and then another wrench was thrown into the process. I bumped my left glove against the side of the trunk, at least I’m pretty sure that I did. It doesn’t matter if I did or not; it looked like I did, so I might as well have. Now my left glove was dirty and I had to carry the book and receipt in that hand. I usually carry dirty objects in my right hand by default so that I don’t get confused and in case I have to sign anything at the store.
Now I really had to focus. I carried my purse in my right hand and the book and receipt in the left. It took about three minutes to trek to the store, and it was a twenty minute wait in line inside the store. Holding a heavy college textbook for that long in one hand and out far enough that it doesn’t touch your body is actually painful, but with OCD you do what you have to. I was so relieved when I finally made it up to the counter, and then what I was hoping wouldn’t happen, did. To get a refund I had to, not just sign, but fill out a form. My left glove was already dirty, and I am left handed, so this was bad.
So, there I was with two contaminated gloved hands, and I had to carry my purse out. There was one time in a similar situation that I did grab my purse handles, but then I had to go through an elaborate cleaning process when I got back to my car. I did not want to repeat that, so I decided that I would rather risk looking peculiar. I know I have looked peculiar many times before, like the times when I carried my purse with one hand on each side so that I wouldn’t have to touch the handles, or the times I held it with the bottom in the palms of my hands. Talk about getting some looks. One thing made this time slightly better – I had a refund receipt to hold in one hand. It looked a little awkward, but I acted like I was holding my purse up with one hand so I that I could use a couple of fingers to straighten out the receipt while I was intently perusing it. I kept this up the entire three minutes back to the car.
Germophobes can become fairly good as not to stand out from the crowd, Sometimes you just have to fake it.
Friday, January 18, 2013
The last week.
I have learned a lot of things over the last week. Things about myself and the consequences of the choices we make. Everything that you do and say affect the outcome of your life. No matter how big or small. So the question is what now? Well only time will tell that really. In the wake of this storm are broken hearts., and yes I was to blame for that. There is no undoing the damage that has been done, still doesn't change the fact that it hurts. The kind of hurt you feel when you breath that gives that painful jab that's there only to remind you.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Reality
crying myself to sleep without knowing whether i can survive alone with my thoughts all day i failed today and my brains cant stop punishing me.
Monday, January 7, 2013
its not ok
When you love someone so deeply, they become your life, it's easy to succumb to the overwhelming fears inside. I can't pretend these tears
aren't overflowing steadily, i can't prevent this hurt from almost overtaking me.
aren't overflowing steadily, i can't prevent this hurt from almost overtaking me.
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