I've been out of work for 2 weeks and have been bored out of my mind! Going to make something to eat but will stop by when I'm done. Hope you have a good rest of the morning.
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I'll take you just the way you are
imperfect words inside the perfect song
I feel you closer than you are
and I've been waiting far too long,
too long
It's my declaration
to anyone whose listening
You're my inspiration
as I stand alone against the world
cause you love,
and you bleed,
and you stole my soul to set me free
It's my declaration
Do you care what I believe
('cause I'm still breathing)
or that I wear a heart upon my sleeve
sometimes I think you never knew
the only truth I see is-you
It's you
It's my declaration
to anyone whose listening
You're my inspiration
as I stand alone against the world
cause you love,
and you bleed,
and you stole my soul to set me free
It's my declaration
and are there any words to say
that I would ever mean enough
when the light runs from the day
Will the darkness be too much?
Will I ever be enough?
It's my declaration
to anyone whose listening
You're my inspiration
as I stand alone against the world
cause you love,
and you bleed,
and you stole my soul to set me free
It's my declaration
so tell me you can hear these words tonight
It's my declaration
imperfect words inside the perfect song
I feel you closer than you are
and I've been waiting far too long,
too long
It's my declaration
to anyone whose listening
You're my inspiration
as I stand alone against the world
cause you love,
and you bleed,
and you stole my soul to set me free
It's my declaration
Do you care what I believe
('cause I'm still breathing)
or that I wear a heart upon my sleeve
sometimes I think you never knew
the only truth I see is-you
It's you
It's my declaration
to anyone whose listening
You're my inspiration
as I stand alone against the world
cause you love,
and you bleed,
and you stole my soul to set me free
It's my declaration
and are there any words to say
that I would ever mean enough
when the light runs from the day
Will the darkness be too much?
Will I ever be enough?
It's my declaration
to anyone whose listening
You're my inspiration
as I stand alone against the world
cause you love,
and you bleed,
and you stole my soul to set me free
It's my declaration
so tell me you can hear these words tonight
It's my declaration
Can you get one in before the baby gets home?
Probably. But I'm stressed about her daddy. He didn't text me on his lunch like he normally does. So my paranoia has him dead somewhere after some horrible car accident on the way to work this morning. :eek
I get that way all of the time. I worry about everything! Hope all is well with him..Can you text him and see what's up?
I texted him and told him I hoped he was okay and that I missed him at lunch. I'm hoping I'll hear from him on his last break, otherwise I got at least another two hours of paranoia.
Men are so inconsiderate, lol
Incredibly. And he knows I do it, too. You'd think even if he didn't have time to talk he'd send me SOMETHING to let me know he's alive, heh.
That's kinda inconsiderate. If he knows that you stress about things it's really not hard to send a couple word text you know?
I don't blame you on that one. My husband knew how much I stress about things and always let me know where he was. I guess I was lucky...There's a reason he and I are no longer together.
Troy and I had a lot of issues. He really is a good guy. He's a fantastic father. But, when it comes to me, I just don't think he gets it.
That really sucks! *Hugz*
I'm so alive
I'm so enlightened
I can barely survive
A night in my mind
I've got a plan
I'm gonna find out just how boring I am
And have a good time
Cause ever since I tried
Trying not to find
Every little meaning in my life
It's been fine
I've been cool
With my new golden rule
Numb is the new deep
Done with the old me
And talk is the same cheap it's been
Is there a God?
Why is he waiting?
Don't you think of it odd
When he knows my address?
And look at the stars
Don't they remind you of just how feeble we are?
Well it used to, I guess
Cause ever since I tried
Trying not to find
Every little meaning in my life
It's been fine
I've been cool
With my new golden rule
Numb is the new deep
Done with the old me
And talk is the same cheap
It's been
I'm a new man
I wear a new cologne and
You wouldn't know me if your eyes were closed
I know what you'll say
'This won't last longer than the rest of the day'
But you're wrong this time
You're wrong
Numb is the new deep
Done with the old me
I'm over the analyzing
Tonight
Stop trying to figure it out
(you try to figure, you try to figure it out)
It will only bring you down
You know, I used to be the back
porch poet with my book of rhymes
Always open knowing all the time I'm problably
Never gonna find the perfect rhyme
For 'heavier things'
I'm so enlightened
I can barely survive
A night in my mind
I've got a plan
I'm gonna find out just how boring I am
And have a good time
Cause ever since I tried
Trying not to find
Every little meaning in my life
It's been fine
I've been cool
With my new golden rule
Numb is the new deep
Done with the old me
And talk is the same cheap it's been
Is there a God?
Why is he waiting?
Don't you think of it odd
When he knows my address?
And look at the stars
Don't they remind you of just how feeble we are?
Well it used to, I guess
Cause ever since I tried
Trying not to find
Every little meaning in my life
It's been fine
I've been cool
With my new golden rule
Numb is the new deep
Done with the old me
And talk is the same cheap
It's been
I'm a new man
I wear a new cologne and
You wouldn't know me if your eyes were closed
I know what you'll say
'This won't last longer than the rest of the day'
But you're wrong this time
You're wrong
Numb is the new deep
Done with the old me
I'm over the analyzing
Tonight
Stop trying to figure it out
(you try to figure, you try to figure it out)
It will only bring you down
You know, I used to be the back
porch poet with my book of rhymes
Always open knowing all the time I'm problably
Never gonna find the perfect rhyme
For 'heavier things'
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