<?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-3630634682339371861</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:16:24.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics &amp; Written Works by MegLiz</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome! These are my lyrics, and about as original as they come! Enjoy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meg Liz &amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/TCDRczo2dpI/AAAAAAAAARY/1C5sYosWiao/S220/DSCN2408b_2c.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630634682339371861.post-8051336924611075946</id><published>2010-08-12T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T08:32:47.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Won't Be There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/TGQSOnnXs3I/AAAAAAAAAYI/0X1nmZ1Jf1E/s1600/Sunday,+December+06,+2009+%2813%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 505px; height: 523px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/TGQSOnnXs3I/AAAAAAAAAYI/0X1nmZ1Jf1E/s400/Sunday,+December+06,+2009+%2813%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504544686915171186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Written for my all-time role model... May you now rest in peace, Pop**&lt;br /&gt;He won’t be there,&lt;br /&gt;On the best days of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won’t be there,&lt;br /&gt;To watch her grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won’t be there,&lt;br /&gt;To see her before her senior prom.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/TGQSiEAJAII/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OoE4uvZWjO0/s1600/Sunday,+December+06,+2009_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 506px; height: 356px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/TGQSiEAJAII/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OoE4uvZWjO0/s400/Sunday,+December+06,+2009_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504545020952772738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won’t be there,&lt;br /&gt;To see her prince get down on his knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won’t be there,&lt;br /&gt;To see her walk down the aisle,&lt;br /&gt;All dressed in white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's realized&lt;br /&gt;That he won’t be there,&lt;br /&gt;To hold his newborn grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won’t be there,&lt;br /&gt;To watch him grow up;&lt;br /&gt;And turn into a gentle-man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/TGQTY2Ld86I/AAAAAAAAAYg/K4FYfaq2Mg0/s1600/Sunday,+December+06,+2009+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 509px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/TGQTY2Ld86I/AAAAAAAAAYg/K4FYfaq2Mg0/s400/Sunday,+December+06,+2009+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504545962134991778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won’t be there,&lt;br /&gt;To help her when she’s sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he won’t be there,&lt;br /&gt;To be with them forever and always.&lt;br /&gt;He won’t be there...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/TGQTrSetfyI/AAAAAAAAAYo/BYA6qc7v6eM/s1600/Sunday,+December+06,+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 495px; height: 428px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/TGQTrSetfyI/AAAAAAAAAYo/BYA6qc7v6eM/s400/Sunday,+December+06,+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504546278969540386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630634682339371861-8051336924611075946?l=meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/feeds/8051336924611075946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2010/08/he-wont-be-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/8051336924611075946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/8051336924611075946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2010/08/he-wont-be-there.html' title='He Won&apos;t Be There'/><author><name>Meg Liz &amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/TCDRczo2dpI/AAAAAAAAARY/1C5sYosWiao/S220/DSCN2408b_2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/TGQSOnnXs3I/AAAAAAAAAYI/0X1nmZ1Jf1E/s72-c/Sunday,+December+06,+2009+%2813%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630634682339371861.post-7070675342814795677</id><published>2010-08-12T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T10:28:12.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss &amp; Tell</title><content type='html'>I won't kiss &amp;amp; tell&lt;br /&gt;   If you won't, she says.&lt;br /&gt;So wrap her up&lt;br /&gt;   And spin her 'round&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come&lt;br /&gt;   And lie down next to her&lt;br /&gt;Stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;   All wrapped up in these sheets&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just feel it&lt;br /&gt;   This heat, this temperature&lt;br /&gt;   It's rising up between you &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's living in the here&lt;br /&gt;   And now&lt;br /&gt;Without a care&lt;br /&gt;   About tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;   And she still don't know&lt;br /&gt;   What exactly it is you want from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you love me&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe you&lt;br /&gt;And yet I'm still standing here&lt;br /&gt;So baby wrap me up&lt;br /&gt;   And spin me 'round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says&lt;br /&gt;   I'll spin you 'round &amp;amp; round&lt;br /&gt;   And round &amp;amp; round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need you&lt;br /&gt;   Like I need this rain that's pourin' down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says&lt;br /&gt;   I need you like this rain that I'm drownin' in&lt;br /&gt;   I been drownin' in for so long I can't get out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're love is a rose for a bruise,&lt;br /&gt;   A daisy for a scar.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't leave you either way&lt;br /&gt;I just need you here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So darling please&lt;br /&gt;   I'm begging you please&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll do&lt;br /&gt;   Whatever you want me to do&lt;br /&gt;Just don't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you love me&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe you&lt;br /&gt;And yet I'm still standing here&lt;br /&gt;So baby wrap me up&lt;br /&gt;   And spin me 'round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says&lt;br /&gt;   I'll spin you 'round &amp;amp; round&lt;br /&gt;   And round &amp;amp; round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need you&lt;br /&gt;   Like I need this rain that's pourin' down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says&lt;br /&gt;   I need you like this rain that I'm drownin' in&lt;br /&gt;   I been drownin' in for so long I can't get out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630634682339371861-7070675342814795677?l=meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/feeds/7070675342814795677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2010/08/kiss-tell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/7070675342814795677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/7070675342814795677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2010/08/kiss-tell.html' title='Kiss &amp; Tell'/><author><name>Meg Liz &amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/TCDRczo2dpI/AAAAAAAAARY/1C5sYosWiao/S220/DSCN2408b_2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630634682339371861.post-634296368430274853</id><published>2009-09-25T13:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T10:31:34.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/Sr0st1tmexI/AAAAAAAAAGE/neTBfvPqJbI/s1600-h/DSCN2294b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/Sr0st1tmexI/AAAAAAAAAGE/neTBfvPqJbI/s400/DSCN2294b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385509895429061394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Dedicated to the love of my life (whoever you are) ;) **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This road I've traveled on,&lt;br /&gt;Hasn't been all that easy,&lt;br /&gt;And there's always something that's going wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But ever since I met you&lt;br /&gt;This life that I'm living&lt;br /&gt;Has been so much more easier&lt;br /&gt;So baby now I'm running to you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm running to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I may loose my balance,&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then&lt;br /&gt;But if I fall&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll land safely&lt;br /&gt;In your arms.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby you're just like&lt;br /&gt;My safety net&lt;br /&gt;So I run to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever lose you&lt;br /&gt;I would lose everything that I have&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm giving it all to you&lt;br /&gt;It's a leap of faith,&lt;br /&gt;This I know&lt;br /&gt;But I trust you more than anyone else&lt;br /&gt;So baby now I come&lt;br /&gt;Running to you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I come running to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I may loose my balance,&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then&lt;br /&gt;But if I fall&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll land safely&lt;br /&gt;In your arms.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby you're just like&lt;br /&gt;My safety net&lt;br /&gt;So I run to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630634682339371861-634296368430274853?l=meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/feeds/634296368430274853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-i-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/634296368430274853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/634296368430274853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-i-fall.html' title='If I Fall'/><author><name>Meg Liz &amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/TCDRczo2dpI/AAAAAAAAARY/1C5sYosWiao/S220/DSCN2408b_2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/Sr0st1tmexI/AAAAAAAAAGE/neTBfvPqJbI/s72-c/DSCN2294b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630634682339371861.post-7298174612808980524</id><published>2009-05-28T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T08:17:04.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Love? Or Is It Fancy Feast?</title><content type='html'>To love or not to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;Is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I know what love is?&lt;br /&gt;Do I even want to know?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid of being hurt&lt;br /&gt;Like I was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many nights...&lt;br /&gt;So many endless nights.&lt;br /&gt;When I felt like I had&lt;br /&gt;All of the tears and the hurt of the world&lt;br /&gt;Resting on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many nights,&lt;br /&gt;When I would lie in bed,&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the ceiling fan spinning 'round.&lt;br /&gt;The tears filling my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Then finally streaming down my face.&lt;br /&gt;And the silent sobbing would begin.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel free&lt;br /&gt;But inside,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but wonder&lt;br /&gt;"Would I be happier if I had someone?&lt;br /&gt;Someone to call my own?&lt;br /&gt;Someone to call my love?&lt;br /&gt;Someone to say&lt;br /&gt;'I love you' to,&lt;br /&gt;Without being afraid&lt;br /&gt;That they won't be there again tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;To say 'I love you', and mean it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many fears&lt;br /&gt;So many hurts&lt;br /&gt;So many lies&lt;br /&gt;So many tears&lt;br /&gt;So many wonders&lt;br /&gt;So many dreams&lt;br /&gt;So many words&lt;br /&gt;Yet none make any sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some times I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;What is it like?&lt;br /&gt;That is, to REALLY be in love?&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when I thought I knew,&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;And boy, oh boy,&lt;br /&gt;Was I wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Does he like me too?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a child,&lt;br /&gt;Talking this way,&lt;br /&gt;Though I know I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many fears&lt;br /&gt;So many hurts&lt;br /&gt;So many lies&lt;br /&gt;So many tears&lt;br /&gt;So many wonders&lt;br /&gt;So many dreams&lt;br /&gt;So many words&lt;br /&gt;Yet none make any sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know&lt;br /&gt;If he knows&lt;br /&gt;What I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent hours,&lt;br /&gt;So many&lt;br /&gt;Seemingly endless hours,&lt;br /&gt;Talking to him&lt;br /&gt;About love,&lt;br /&gt;About the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;About the pain.&lt;br /&gt;About the fears.&lt;br /&gt;About E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now yet another day&lt;br /&gt;Has come and gone,&lt;br /&gt;A new sun is rising in the distance,&lt;br /&gt;And I still don't know&lt;br /&gt;If he knows&lt;br /&gt;What I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I've led him to believe&lt;br /&gt;That I'm talking about someone else.&lt;br /&gt;But then again,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he does know,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps he has figured it out already,&lt;br /&gt;And he's just playing the cards.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the perfect moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I don't even know&lt;br /&gt;If I want him to know.&lt;br /&gt;Because it seems to me&lt;br /&gt;Like he's still in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;He says he's not,&lt;br /&gt;But honey,&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I say it:&lt;br /&gt;Actions speak so much louder&lt;br /&gt;Than words could ever fathom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still&lt;br /&gt;So many fears.&lt;br /&gt;So many hurts.&lt;br /&gt;So many lies.&lt;br /&gt;So many tears.&lt;br /&gt;So many wonders.&lt;br /&gt;So many dreams.&lt;br /&gt;So many words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet none of these&lt;br /&gt;Make any sense&lt;br /&gt;In any way,&lt;br /&gt;Shape,&lt;br /&gt;Or form,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I try&lt;br /&gt;To get them straight in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's given me advice&lt;br /&gt;On what to do,&lt;br /&gt;Like he always does.&lt;br /&gt;But the question is not&lt;br /&gt;Whether I should follow it or not,&lt;br /&gt;But would he be giving me that same advice&lt;br /&gt;If he knew that it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HIM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm so in love with?&lt;br /&gt;(...Or am I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still left wondering&lt;br /&gt;If he knows&lt;br /&gt;What I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm so afraid&lt;br /&gt;To take the chance,&lt;br /&gt;To take that leap of faith.&lt;br /&gt;To follow my own advice,&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so hypocritical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because really,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to ruin our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;If we date,&lt;br /&gt;And then later decide&lt;br /&gt;To simply remain as friends,&lt;br /&gt;Will it be awkward at times?&lt;br /&gt;Will we still go to each other for advice?&lt;br /&gt;Or will it all be different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what could this feeling be?!&lt;br /&gt;Is it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fancy feast&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Or a mere &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fantasy&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many questions&lt;br /&gt;...Please...&lt;br /&gt;...Please...&lt;br /&gt;Someone answer them...&lt;br /&gt;Someone please,&lt;br /&gt;Be completely honest with me.&lt;br /&gt;...Someone please tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simply.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Want.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630634682339371861-7298174612808980524?l=meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/feeds/7298174612808980524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-love-or-not-to-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/7298174612808980524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/7298174612808980524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Or Is It Fancy Feast?'/><author><name>Meg Liz &amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/TCDRczo2dpI/AAAAAAAAARY/1C5sYosWiao/S220/DSCN2408b_2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630634682339371861.post-3022906471606648234</id><published>2009-05-14T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:17:32.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints In The Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/Sgxttw4j4JI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6Ad1O2jPhIw/s1600-h/Footprints_by_Wonkybonce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/Sgxttw4j4JI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6Ad1O2jPhIw/s400/Footprints_by_Wonkybonce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335760291510870162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cold outside,&lt;br /&gt;But baby it's warm in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire's burning bright,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping us warm throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here now,&lt;br /&gt;And through the frosted window panes&lt;br /&gt;I see the snow,&lt;br /&gt;Falling...falling...falling...&lt;br /&gt;From the sky up above.&lt;br /&gt;So soft and gentle,&lt;br /&gt;Like the clouds are shedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting colder now,&lt;br /&gt;And they're sayin' more snow's a'comin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when it comes we'll grab our boots&lt;br /&gt;And run outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing...dancing...dancing...&lt;br /&gt;In the snow that's falling&lt;br /&gt;From the sky up above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footprints across the snow...&lt;br /&gt;The freshly laiden snow,&lt;br /&gt;Like a soft white powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I,&lt;br /&gt;We're walkin' in a winter wonder land. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630634682339371861-3022906471606648234?l=meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/feeds/3022906471606648234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-cold-outside-but-baby-its-warm-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/3022906471606648234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/3022906471606648234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-cold-outside-but-baby-its-warm-in.html' title='Footprints In The Snow'/><author><name>Meg Liz &amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/TCDRczo2dpI/AAAAAAAAARY/1C5sYosWiao/S220/DSCN2408b_2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/Sgxttw4j4JI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6Ad1O2jPhIw/s72-c/Footprints_by_Wonkybonce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630634682339371861.post-7842786075556629679</id><published>2009-05-14T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:51:51.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She... (Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/SgxoQoCvu4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Aj1ofa5HdNw/s1600-h/Running_Nowhere_by_bekahasaurus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/SgxoQoCvu4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Aj1ofa5HdNw/s400/Running_Nowhere_by_bekahasaurus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335754293363325826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She feels as though&lt;br /&gt;At times,&lt;br /&gt;No one believes her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if&lt;br /&gt;No one really listens to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All she has ever wanted,&lt;br /&gt;Is to have someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend&lt;br /&gt;Who believes&lt;br /&gt;Every word she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have a friend&lt;br /&gt;Who can take just one look in her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And know&lt;br /&gt;That something is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Whom she knows&lt;br /&gt;She can depend on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have a place she can run to,&lt;br /&gt;When things at home go awry.&lt;br /&gt;A "safe-haven",&lt;br /&gt;Where she knows&lt;br /&gt;She is more than welcome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place,&lt;br /&gt;Where she is loved by friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as she runs tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the wind&lt;br /&gt;Blowing her curly hair out behind her&lt;br /&gt;She's running to get away from it all&lt;br /&gt;She's running...running...&lt;br /&gt;...SHE IS FREE...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    (to be continued)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630634682339371861-7842786075556629679?l=meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/feeds/7842786075556629679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/7842786075556629679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/7842786075556629679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-part-ii.html' title='She... (Part II)'/><author><name>Meg Liz &amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/TCDRczo2dpI/AAAAAAAAARY/1C5sYosWiao/S220/DSCN2408b_2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/SgxoQoCvu4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Aj1ofa5HdNw/s72-c/Running_Nowhere_by_bekahasaurus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630634682339371861.post-7861073660427057228</id><published>2009-05-05T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:24:52.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/SgDYpRw4AjI/AAAAAAAAACg/TXQ9eQ4iAeo/s1600-h/Railroad_Run_by_SilverWing129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/SgDYpRw4AjI/AAAAAAAAACg/TXQ9eQ4iAeo/s400/Railroad_Run_by_SilverWing129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332500162461303346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***This is written for a very good friend of mine... =) There is a sequel soon to come!***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a quiet soul,&lt;br /&gt;But full of dreams and ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's strong-willed,&lt;br /&gt;Her head is in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows right from wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And strives to stay&lt;br /&gt;On the straight and narrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her trust has been broken&lt;br /&gt;One too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times she feels so alone&lt;br /&gt;In this big 'ole world;&lt;br /&gt;Haunted by those cruel&lt;br /&gt;And terrifying memories of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's longing to feel wanted,&lt;br /&gt;Longing to feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to feel that someone would die&lt;br /&gt;If she were to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves her family,&lt;br /&gt;But she needs someone sometimes&lt;br /&gt;To pay attention to her,&lt;br /&gt;And only her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as she runs tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the wind&lt;br /&gt;Blowing her curly hair out behind her&lt;br /&gt;She's running&lt;br /&gt;To get away from  it all.&lt;br /&gt;She is running...running...&lt;br /&gt;...SHE'S FREE...&lt;br /&gt;**(To be continued...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630634682339371861-7861073660427057228?l=meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/feeds/7861073660427057228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/SarnV-lmUnI/AAAAAAAAABg/GsyZarwCGKc/s400/holding_hands_by_michellybelly124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308309475573518962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started back in Kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;Her mum would drop her off at the door&lt;br /&gt;Then he would slip his little hand into hers&lt;br /&gt;They'd walk down that hall way&lt;br /&gt;It seemed so long&lt;br /&gt;But they were just so little&lt;br /&gt;They'd wait an eternity for recess to come&lt;br /&gt;An' when it finally did&lt;br /&gt;They'd head out that door.&lt;br /&gt;Still holding each other's hands,&lt;br /&gt;Like little lovers do.&lt;br /&gt;And now she's singin':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you'd look,&lt;br /&gt;At me.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you'd take,&lt;br /&gt;My hand&lt;br /&gt;It'd make me feel,&lt;br /&gt;So good.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you'd whisper,&lt;br /&gt;In my ear.&lt;br /&gt;An' whenever you'd stop,&lt;br /&gt;To dance with me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah you would make me feel,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they're both,&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen years old.&lt;br /&gt;And he still waits for her by the door.&lt;br /&gt;They're still in love,&lt;br /&gt;So fearlessly in love.&lt;br /&gt;They walk up and down Main Street&lt;br /&gt;Still holding each other's hands,&lt;br /&gt;Like little lovers do.&lt;br /&gt;An' she's singin':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you'd look,&lt;br /&gt;At me.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you'd take,&lt;br /&gt;My hand&lt;br /&gt;It'd make me feel,&lt;br /&gt;So good.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you'd whisper,&lt;br /&gt;In my ear.&lt;br /&gt;An' whenever you'd stop,&lt;br /&gt;To dance with me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah you would make me feel,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day&lt;br /&gt;They stood up there and said "I do"&lt;br /&gt;They're twenty-two,&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' like they're on top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to settle down&lt;br /&gt;And start a little family.&lt;br /&gt;They're so in love,&lt;br /&gt;As they walk around town.&lt;br /&gt;Still holdin' each other's hands,&lt;br /&gt;Like lovers do.&lt;br /&gt;An' she's singin':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you'd look,&lt;br /&gt;At me.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you'd take,&lt;br /&gt;My hand&lt;br /&gt;It'd make me feel,&lt;br /&gt;So good.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you'd whisper,&lt;br /&gt;In my ear.&lt;br /&gt;An' whenever you'd stop,&lt;br /&gt;To dance with me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah you would make me feel,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're both eighty-five&lt;br /&gt;You said we'd be together forever&lt;br /&gt;And baby we still are.&lt;br /&gt;We may be old,&lt;br /&gt;Have a few wrinkles here and there.&lt;br /&gt;We may be in wheel chairs,&lt;br /&gt;But baby we still hobble down that hallway in the nursing home&lt;br /&gt;Still holding each other's hand,&lt;br /&gt;Like lovers do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you'd look,&lt;br /&gt;At me.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you'd take,&lt;br /&gt;My hand&lt;br /&gt;It'd make me feel,&lt;br /&gt;So good.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you'd whisper,&lt;br /&gt;In my ear.&lt;br /&gt;An' whenever you'd stop,&lt;br /&gt;To dance with me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah you would make me feel,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630634682339371861-5869112043858366388?l=meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/feeds/5869112043858366388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2009/03/us-wedding-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630634682339371861.post-1122509708488593993</id><published>2009-03-01T11:40:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:53:13.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget Me Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/SarnpQCUzXI/AAAAAAAAABo/YCYCr7fdvyI/s1600-h/Forget_Me_Not_by_Iza87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/SarnpQCUzXI/AAAAAAAAABo/YCYCr7fdvyI/s400/Forget_Me_Not_by_Iza87.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308309806674922866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a picture perfect moment,&lt;br /&gt;Just sittin' in her backyard.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody said that they wouldn't last.&lt;br /&gt;Told her to guard her little heart,&lt;br /&gt;To watch for those tell-tale signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she didn't listen&lt;br /&gt;Didn't watch for those signs&lt;br /&gt;She gave him her heart&lt;br /&gt;But he just took it and ran away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told her to act&lt;br /&gt;As if he never entered her life&lt;br /&gt;To forget the first time he called&lt;br /&gt;To forget the first time he met her parents&lt;br /&gt;Forget dodging the rain on their first date&lt;br /&gt;Forget she ever met him at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how can she forget you baby?&lt;br /&gt;After all, you're the one who said;&lt;br /&gt;If I were dying today&lt;br /&gt;You'd be there by my side.&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess since I sure ain't dyin'&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't care less about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I should've listened,&lt;br /&gt;Should've watched for those signs&lt;br /&gt;But I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;And you just took it and ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I don't know if I can forget you&lt;br /&gt;Because the only memories of me and you&lt;br /&gt;Are the ones that can't be erased&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm so over you&lt;br /&gt;So burn baby burn&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I ain't dyin' yet...&lt;br /&gt;No, not yet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630634682339371861-1122509708488593993?l=meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/feeds/1122509708488593993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2009/03/forget-me-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/1122509708488593993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/1122509708488593993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2009/03/forget-me-not.html' title='Forget Me Not'/><author><name>Meg Liz &amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/TCDRczo2dpI/AAAAAAAAARY/1C5sYosWiao/S220/DSCN2408b_2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/SarnpQCUzXI/AAAAAAAAABo/YCYCr7fdvyI/s72-c/Forget_Me_Not_by_Iza87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630634682339371861.post-5756167841009977644</id><published>2009-03-01T11:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:07:16.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Because Of Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/Sarq7s4RkFI/AAAAAAAAABw/gi4mQVA-AB4/s1600-h/___Tea_for_the_Pain____by_Relatively_Inspired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/Sarq7s4RkFI/AAAAAAAAABw/gi4mQVA-AB4/s400/___Tea_for_the_Pain____by_Relatively_Inspired.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308313422189924434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave him her heart,&lt;br /&gt;Her mind and her soul&lt;br /&gt;She gave him her all.&lt;br /&gt;Now everything she ever had is gone,&lt;br /&gt;Gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;And it's all because of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of him,&lt;br /&gt;That every night she cries,&lt;br /&gt;Lying there on the bedroom floor.&lt;br /&gt;Her iPod on high,&lt;br /&gt;Blocking out her world.&lt;br /&gt;Her world that has been shattered,&lt;br /&gt;Only to be filled again with painful hatred&lt;br /&gt;And his bitter lies.&lt;br /&gt;And it's all because of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to cry,&lt;br /&gt;Until the tears just won't fall anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But she's afraid,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of what people might think.&lt;br /&gt;She asks herself why?&lt;br /&gt;How could she let it be&lt;br /&gt;All because of him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of him,&lt;br /&gt;That every night she cries,&lt;br /&gt;Lying there on the bedroom floor.&lt;br /&gt;Her iPod on high,&lt;br /&gt;Blocking out her world.&lt;br /&gt;Her world that has been shattered,&lt;br /&gt;Only to be filled again with painful hatred&lt;br /&gt;And his bitter lies.&lt;br /&gt;And it's all because of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks herself why?&lt;br /&gt;How could she have let this happen?&lt;br /&gt;People tell her not to beat herself up;&lt;br /&gt;That it's not her fault.&lt;br /&gt;But she can't stop herself now.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks she's just too far gone,&lt;br /&gt;And it's all because of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now,&lt;br /&gt;She's lying there on the bedroom floor&lt;br /&gt;Her iPod on high&lt;br /&gt;The cell phone keeps on ringing&lt;br /&gt;Someone keeps calling&lt;br /&gt;But she's not listening&lt;br /&gt;Because she's blocking out her world&lt;br /&gt;And it's all because of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of him&lt;br /&gt;That every night she cries&lt;br /&gt;Lying there on the bedroom floor&lt;br /&gt;Her iPod on high&lt;br /&gt;Blocking out her world.&lt;br /&gt;Her world that has been shattered and broken&lt;br /&gt;Only to be filled up again with his hatred&lt;br /&gt;And bitter lies&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630634682339371861-5756167841009977644?l=meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/Sarq7s4RkFI/AAAAAAAAABw/gi4mQVA-AB4/s72-c/___Tea_for_the_Pain____by_Relatively_Inspired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630634682339371861.post-6582731185722030269</id><published>2009-03-01T11:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:07:43.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Took You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/SarrC1JvpNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zJAb_OFG0yE/s1600-h/Together_by_UnquietSpirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/SarrC1JvpNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zJAb_OFG0yE/s400/Together_by_UnquietSpirit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308313544669766866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTRO:&lt;br /&gt;(Spoken): Patience and time do more than strength or passion. Patience is the support of weakness, impatience is the ruin of strength. However, throughout it all, LOVE never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took you,&lt;br /&gt;To make a miracle happen.&lt;br /&gt;Even though.&lt;br /&gt;It may have seemed like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make me see,&lt;br /&gt;And to make me know,&lt;br /&gt;That dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Really can come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may have taken forever,&lt;br /&gt;But it took you.&lt;br /&gt;And a miracle,&lt;br /&gt;To show me the light,&lt;br /&gt;Of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took someone like you,&lt;br /&gt;To make a miracle happen.&lt;br /&gt;Even though,&lt;br /&gt;It may have taken forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make me wake,&lt;br /&gt;And start each day anew.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a new girl,&lt;br /&gt;Full of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may have taken forever,&lt;br /&gt;But it took you.&lt;br /&gt;And a miracle,&lt;br /&gt;To show me the light,&lt;br /&gt;Of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday that I am alive,&lt;br /&gt;You make me awake.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always glad to see it come.&lt;br /&gt;And you make me count my blessings,&lt;br /&gt;They're always starting with you!&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it took forever,&lt;br /&gt;You showed me a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you stayed with me until the end.&lt;br /&gt;And you showed me the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may have taken forever,&lt;br /&gt;But it took you.&lt;br /&gt;And a miracle,&lt;br /&gt;To show me, oh-oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it may have taken forever,&lt;br /&gt;But it took you.&lt;br /&gt;And a miracle,&lt;br /&gt;To show me the light...&lt;br /&gt;Of your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTRO (Spoken):&lt;br /&gt;"Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth, bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630634682339371861-6582731185722030269?l=meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/feeds/6582731185722030269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-took-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/6582731185722030269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/6582731185722030269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-took-you.html' title='It Took You'/><author><name>Meg Liz &amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/TCDRczo2dpI/AAAAAAAAARY/1C5sYosWiao/S220/DSCN2408b_2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/SarrC1JvpNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zJAb_OFG0yE/s72-c/Together_by_UnquietSpirit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630634682339371861.post-8000040907015965321</id><published>2009-03-01T11:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:08:25.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/SarrNB9SF9I/AAAAAAAAACA/9Eb-AX88Ccw/s1600-h/A_broken_Heart_by_disaster1713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/SarrNB9SF9I/AAAAAAAAACA/9Eb-AX88Ccw/s400/A_broken_Heart_by_disaster1713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308313719905851346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Has been beaten down&lt;br /&gt;And bruised to its core&lt;br /&gt;Their disapproving glares are&lt;br /&gt;Goin’ deeper and deeper by the minute&lt;br /&gt;Too many years have gone by&lt;br /&gt;Each day is the same&lt;br /&gt;Each harsh comment more intruding than the last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now you can:&lt;br /&gt;Say what you want,&lt;br /&gt;Stare all you want,&lt;br /&gt;Shun me if you want.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a free country.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand it,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t justify it,&lt;br /&gt;But I ain’t gonna let it&lt;br /&gt;Hurt me no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their glances and whispering,&lt;br /&gt;Used to be like wounds,&lt;br /&gt;Penetrating deep beneath my skin.&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna have those scars&lt;br /&gt;From now until eternity,&lt;br /&gt;But they’re not gonna show&lt;br /&gt;I’ve let too many years go by&lt;br /&gt;Each day was the same&lt;br /&gt;Each harsh comment more intruding than the last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t like me&lt;br /&gt;For anything other than&lt;br /&gt;Who I really am inside&lt;br /&gt;Then keep your mouth shut&lt;br /&gt;And mind your own business.&lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz with me&lt;br /&gt;What you see is what you get&lt;br /&gt;And I ain’t gonna change&lt;br /&gt;‘Juz cuz you don’t like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630634682339371861-8000040907015965321?l=meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/feeds/8000040907015965321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/8000040907015965321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/8000040907015965321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-heart.html' title='This Heart'/><author><name>Meg Liz &amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/TCDRczo2dpI/AAAAAAAAARY/1C5sYosWiao/S220/DSCN2408b_2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/SarrNB9SF9I/AAAAAAAAACA/9Eb-AX88Ccw/s72-c/A_broken_Heart_by_disaster1713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630634682339371861.post-8382844422982134600</id><published>2009-03-01T11:37:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:08:52.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Saw Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/SarrUftjVZI/AAAAAAAAACI/hOH-pdFBai0/s1600-h/family_at_the_beach__by_mastermind89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/SarrUftjVZI/AAAAAAAAACI/hOH-pdFBai0/s400/family_at_the_beach__by_mastermind89.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308313848152020370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never thought she'd graduate,&lt;br /&gt;A single mother-to-be.&lt;br /&gt;As she sits at home,&lt;br /&gt;On cold, dark night,&lt;br /&gt;It hits her like a rock.&lt;br /&gt;That she was never alone!&lt;br /&gt;And she cries out into the lonely night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You,&lt;br /&gt;You see me sinking.&lt;br /&gt;You see me screaming, shrieking for Your help.&lt;br /&gt;And You,&lt;br /&gt;Won't You come to my side,&lt;br /&gt;In less than an instant.&lt;br /&gt;So thank You Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;For coming to my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's a mere seventeen,&lt;br /&gt;And he is scared half to death.&lt;br /&gt;As he sits alone in the locker room.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it was only,&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour ago,&lt;br /&gt;That he told her she's now on her own.&lt;br /&gt;He lifts up his head,&lt;br /&gt;To see coach standing there.&lt;br /&gt;And he says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son God,&lt;br /&gt;He sees you sinking.&lt;br /&gt;He sees you screaming, shrieking for His help.&lt;br /&gt;And He,&lt;br /&gt;He will be by your side,&lt;br /&gt;In less than an instant.&lt;br /&gt;So thank Him now son,&lt;br /&gt;For coming to your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Instrumental]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we stood&lt;br /&gt;At the edge of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Watching the waves barge in,&lt;br /&gt;Then fade out again.&lt;br /&gt;Pulling and sucking us further and further away from You.&lt;br /&gt;Then we turned back around,&lt;br /&gt;And we saw You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You,&lt;br /&gt;You saw us sinking.&lt;br /&gt;You saw us screaming, shrieking for Your help.&lt;br /&gt;And You,&lt;br /&gt;You were right by our sides,&lt;br /&gt;In less than an instant.&lt;br /&gt;So we thank You now, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;For coming to our sides.&lt;br /&gt;Oh we thank You now, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;For coming to our sides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630634682339371861-8382844422982134600?l=meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/feeds/8382844422982134600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-saw-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/8382844422982134600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/8382844422982134600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-saw-me.html' title='You Saw Me'/><author><name>Meg Liz &amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/TCDRczo2dpI/AAAAAAAAARY/1C5sYosWiao/S220/DSCN2408b_2c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/SarrUftjVZI/AAAAAAAAACI/hOH-pdFBai0/s72-c/family_at_the_beach__by_mastermind89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630634682339371861.post-7836337906093106365</id><published>2009-03-01T11:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:37:40.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Ride, Fun Times</title><content type='html'>**I wrote this song July '08, after coming home from a trip to Ocean City, NJ with my Youth Group. THe attached picture is an actual picture of us in one of the busses =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.C. Expressway&lt;br /&gt;To Garden State Parkway.&lt;br /&gt;Bus ride,&lt;br /&gt;Fun times,&lt;br /&gt;Headed for O.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right about ten time&lt;br /&gt;We're hittin' that ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Runnin’ in,&lt;br /&gt;Runnin’ out,&lt;br /&gt;Freezing our butts off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now,&lt;br /&gt;We're thinking that we're so cool.&lt;br /&gt;Struttin' our stuff walking down that boardwalk.&lt;br /&gt;In five years,&lt;br /&gt;We'll look back and say,&lt;br /&gt;"Holy crud! That was me?!"&lt;br /&gt;But for now,&lt;br /&gt;Let's just be us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down boardwalk,&lt;br /&gt;Feeding dumb seagulls,&lt;br /&gt;Crust up,&lt;br /&gt;'Gull down,&lt;br /&gt;Quick run like heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buried you in sand,&lt;br /&gt;Girls came over.&lt;br /&gt;Hand up,&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed foot,&lt;br /&gt;Girls running away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now,&lt;br /&gt;We're thinking that we're so cool.&lt;br /&gt;Struttin' our stuff walking down that boardwalk.&lt;br /&gt;In five years,&lt;br /&gt;We'll look back and say,&lt;br /&gt;"Holy crud! That was me?!"&lt;br /&gt;But for now,&lt;br /&gt;Let's just be us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garden State Parkway,&lt;br /&gt;To A.C. Expressway.&lt;br /&gt;Fun times,&lt;br /&gt;Bus rides,&lt;br /&gt;What a shame it's over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630634682339371861-7836337906093106365?l=meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/feeds/7836337906093106365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2009/03/bus-ride-fun-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/7836337906093106365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/7836337906093106365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2009/03/bus-ride-fun-times.html' title='Bus Ride, Fun Times'/><author><name>Meg Liz &amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/TCDRczo2dpI/AAAAAAAAARY/1C5sYosWiao/S220/DSCN2408b_2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630634682339371861.post-1044962601330835084</id><published>2009-03-01T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:37:06.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lyrics I Write (Part Duex)</title><content type='html'>I wrote the song "It's All Because of Him" one day during Study Hall. It's about a girl who gave a guy her all, and now he's gone. Now she's left crying on the floor with her iPod on high. She wants to cry but is afraid to. Because the lyrics of the song are so descriptive, it's extremely hard for me to describe any more, without basically quoting the song itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote the song "It Took You" last year (2008). I was actually looking through poems online for an Art Project, when I came upon the poem, "It Took You". It was so beautiful that I just had to turn it into a song. It's about a girl who had a "hard head", was very stubborn, always getting into trouble. And she's recognizing, acknowledging a friend for always being there no matter what. That friend showed her the Light, (Jesus Christ), and it took a miracle for that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I wrote the song "Bus Ride, Fun Times" after a day trip with my youth group to Ocean City, NJ. ...I need not say more! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630634682339371861-1044962601330835084?l=meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/feeds/1044962601330835084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2009/03/lyrics-i-write-part-duex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/1044962601330835084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630634682339371861/posts/default/1044962601330835084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meglizsnowdon.blogspot.com/2009/03/lyrics-i-write-part-duex.html' title='The Lyrics I Write (Part Duex)'/><author><name>Meg Liz &amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_21P2p5H4gUE/TCDRczo2dpI/AAAAAAAAARY/1C5sYosWiao/S220/DSCN2408b_2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630634682339371861.post-5755552744232579519</id><published>2009-03-01T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:22:24.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lyrics I Write</title><content type='html'>The lyrics I write are the soundtrack to my life. I am a people watcher...I always have been. Everyone has a story, be it good or bad. A good chunk of the lyrics that I've posted on here aren't about me. They're about various people I've met, and also various people that I've just seen passing me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote the song "This Heart" about my life. I was home-schooled from 4th grade thru January of 7th grade. I started going to public middle school that year. I was teased relentlessly, which hurt me incredibly. I have had to harden my heart against all the hurtful words, the cruel glances/looks I still get today. It's a shame, because I know that there are probably a lot of really nice kids at my school, but because they hurt me so deeply years before, I am afraid that if I let them get near me, see my heart [so to speak], that they will hurt me again. Now that I know they are capable of hurting someone, I don't want them to hurt me again (even thought they always act so innocent and harmless).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, you always here the stories about how a guy and girl (usually teenagers) fall in love, and then one thing leads to another, and the girl gets pregnant. The guy gets scared, ditches the girl to fend for herself. And that's that. You never hear about the stories where the guy ditches the girl, but then the get back together and find that they really are in love. So that's what the song "You Saw Me" is about. It's also about how God never left either one of them through the trials, the triumphs, and the failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song "Us" is about a girl and guy who fell in love in Kindergarten. It follows them through elementary school and high school. Then they get married and have kids. And all this time they're still fearlessly in love. And then in the end they're in a nursing home, and are STILL deeply in love with each other. I put in there at the end of each verse, that they still hold each others hand as they walk down the street/hallway. I used that as a symbol of never letting go, through good and bad, till death parts them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song "Forget Me Not" is about a girl who feel head over heels "in love" (or so she thought). Everyone told her to be careful with her heart, to not give it away so it wouldn't get broken. But she chose not to listen, to not watch for the "signs". She gave him her heart, and then he went and broke it by tell her to forget he even exists in this world. In the end, she is screaming that she is so over him. She says that his memory can't be erased, that it won't ever be erased, but she basically is telling HIM to stay out of her life forever and that she's not dying yet, but when she does, it surely will not be because of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          ...more descriptions to be continued in "The Lyrics I Write... 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