<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19508414</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2009 06:32:03 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>i live alone</title><description></description><link>http://whynotluvme.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Nickiluvs)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19508414.post-113393609189919990</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2005 06:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-12-06T22:14:51.910-08:00</atom:updated><title>the truth</title><description>I know the truth&lt;br /&gt;About us&lt;br /&gt;We cant be together&lt;br /&gt;We cant be apart&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were&lt;br /&gt;Here with me now&lt;br /&gt;Away from it all&lt;br /&gt;Away from those&lt;br /&gt;Who say it cant be&lt;br /&gt;I know there is&lt;br /&gt;A place for us&lt;br /&gt;Im scared&lt;br /&gt;To take that chance&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be new&lt;br /&gt;I will have a plan&lt;br /&gt;But till then&lt;br /&gt;I will wait&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the words&lt;br /&gt;Just say the words&lt;br /&gt;I will go&lt;br /&gt;Go away with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19508414-113393609189919990?l=whynotluvme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://whynotluvme.blogspot.com/2005/12/truth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nickiluvs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19508414.post-113355419010502311</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2005 19:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-12-02T12:09:50.116-08:00</atom:updated><title>just call or something...</title><description>It would be great to talk to you right now. I am so confuesd. I just want to tell you that I cant do it anymore. But I cant and I know I will be lost without you. I cant call you and that makes it even harder. So I wait for you. I wait for a 2 min phone call. I am not the same person I was a few months ago I feel a big change and I realized that the same things that use to make me happy don't anymore. I havent been happy in a long time. I feel real crappy today and ofcourse you arent going to make it better. Maybe I am just a kid. A kid with no life. And a crush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19508414-113355419010502311?l=whynotluvme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://whynotluvme.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-call-or-something.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nickiluvs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19508414.post-113354036194520981</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2005 16:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-12-02T08:19:21.946-08:00</atom:updated><title>tired</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tired &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting so tired, so tired of the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The same old shit just on a different day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You think that you know, but how could you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The problems I face, the battle in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The days pass me by and still all the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When nothing is different, it drives me insane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All that I am, all that I'll be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is so undecided, the battle of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if I'm on my own by myself all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if I can't be there all the same everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm getting so tired, I'm needing a break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A break from all the, shit that I take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm tired of all this, waiting around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For something to happen in this little town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't tell me you know, don't say you agree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With all that I'm saying, don't think you know me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All that I am, all that I'll be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is so undecided, the battle of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if I'm on my own by myself all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if I can't be there all the same everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ryan Huston~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This reminds me of all I feel right now. I wish I could write my own words for it. Its a beautiful song. Today is bad. I feel lost. And I keep waitin for something to happen and nothing happens. So I sit here. And stare at the screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19508414-113354036194520981?l=whynotluvme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://whynotluvme.blogspot.com/2005/12/tired.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nickiluvs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19508414.post-113350738726677055</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2005 06:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-12-01T23:09:47.296-08:00</atom:updated><title>can't stop</title><description>I wish you were here tonight. While I sit here alone. Do you even know how you make me smile. Do you care? I need to be reasured. I had a dream I was riding in the car you were driving and holding my hand. I was singing a song, a happy song. I woke up smiling and then reality hit and I woke up from my dream. I am going to be alright. I am not going to let it bring me down. You are probably asleep right now. I wonder what you are dreaming. I wonder if its about me. Maybe I should just back away. Not get hurt and feel no pain. Everything I keep inside until the right day comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19508414-113350738726677055?l=whynotluvme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://whynotluvme.blogspot.com/2005/12/cant-stop.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nickiluvs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>