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  <title>Perfectly Strange</title>
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  <updated>2008-05-19T10:26:23Z</updated>
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    <title>..</title>
    <published>2008-05-19T10:26:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-19T10:26:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like I don't quite meet your expectations.&lt;br /&gt;Like I don't measure up to what you want me to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..or, just maybe, to what you're used to.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bnmuse2:6480</id>
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    <title>bnmuse2 @ 2008-04-27T18:28:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-27T22:31:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-27T22:31:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;If you can't get someone out of your head, maybe they're supposed to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact or fiction?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not sure anymore. The only thing I know is I can't CAN'T CAN'T stop thinking about her. She's not supposed to be there, that place is supposed to be filled with someone else. If I know this, why do I still think of her?&lt;br /&gt;One little thing will remind me...&lt;br /&gt;...and cause quite the snowball effect. Before I know it I'm lost in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn't be this way.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bnmuse2:6215</id>
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    <title>Decisions...</title>
    <published>2007-12-05T04:59:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-05T04:59:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Boys Like Girls--Hero/Heroine</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;Decisions... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We can chart our future clearly and wisely only when we know the path which has led to the present...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This can be applied to many things, something as&amp;nbsp;basic as what we are going to have for lunch, exercise, study habits, a relationship or even a more crucial decision--for instance moving to a new place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I wouldn't necessarily consider myself an unhappy individual, however lately that seems to be the only status I can give myself. I've never quite stepped back and looked at the bigger picture but rather blamed my unhappiness on smaller dilemmas of which I convinced myself I &lt;u&gt;couldn't&lt;/u&gt; control. Relationships being number one, and after some thought I've realized that I'm the only one who CAN control the way relationships effect my emotions. It's all about how far I'm willing to let someone push/pull me, and in the past i've given way too much. I've&amp;nbsp;slso blamed my unappiness on school, and work, and any other obstacle that i'm too lazy to even attempt to overcome. &lt;br /&gt;Consequently, when I change the direction of my relationship, my study habits in school, my work hours, or anything else--I'm still unhappy. This has brought me to the conclusion that my current state isn't a result of any of these things, likewise changing these things will not change&amp;nbsp;the way&amp;nbsp;I feel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've lived in Olive Hill (basically Morehead) for many years, 19 to be exact. Nineteen LOOONG years, in a small hell hole with zero opportunities and no economy. The most promising job one can hope for in morehead would be a position as Manager in a fast food chain, or maybe Walmart. There are few self-owned businesses that actually amount to anything, and in an area&amp;nbsp;as small as Morehead it would seem to be near impossible to get one started. Lately I've been faced with two decisions-- stay here, finish out school (not sure what I want to be), continue to work at the Dollar General and risk spending more time than I want with that stupid company OR move somewhere (lexington most likely) take a semester off of school, so I can figure out exactly what I want to do without wasting time and/or getting the grades I don't want, and have many, many, MANY more opportunities. This may not be the way I need to look at things, but I feel like this will completely turn things around for me. I've always been the most indecisive person, EVER and making a decision this big is scary, but what's even scarier is my future if I stay here.&amp;nbsp;I've always thought there was just a block in my thought process when I tried to think out my life in Morehead,&amp;nbsp;but now I'm realizing more and more that it could be because there's nothing here for me. I know I can be something great, well...I have the drive to be anyhow, I just need to learn what that is exactly...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I can do it, in fact I KNOW I can do it...&lt;br /&gt;...now, all I have to do is ACTUALLY go through with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you cannot make up your mind which of two evenly balanced courses of action you should take - choose the bolder. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>..</title>
    <published>2007-11-25T04:55:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-25T04:55:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>More Than a Memory-Garth Brooks</lj:music>
    <content type="html">.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  ..&amp;nbsp;giving up? a bad thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahhhhh. I sure hope not, it's all I've been doing lately.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bnmuse2:5689</id>
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    <title>Hmmm</title>
    <published>2007-11-18T02:20:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-18T02:20:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Best Days - Matt White</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Sometimes it's necessary to give up on something or someone, before you end up giving up on yourself.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bnmuse2:5588</id>
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    <title>bnmuse2 @ 2007-10-22T22:01:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-23T02:13:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-23T02:13:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hootie &amp; The Blowfish - Goodbye Girl</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Why do we shun those who only try to help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, I thought we were supposed to move forward in life. However, lately I've found myself on a downward/backward slop and i can't get any traction to go back up. Everything and everyone is failing me and noone seems to be on the same page as I am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you really do have to hit the bottom before you can start to go back up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the little things mean the most and I've found that to be true, very true. It's quite hard to be happy when they're missing...&lt;br /&gt;..but should I really have to ASK for something as small as a damn HUG?!</content>
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    <title>..</title>
    <published>2007-10-14T03:40:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-14T03:40:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">And the truth comes out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I didn't think anyone would ever know. Show's how much I know myself.&lt;br /&gt;...&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>First Time...</title>
    <published>2007-10-10T16:57:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-10T16:57:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lifehouse-First Time</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Looking at you..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...holding my breath, for once in my life, i'm scared to death..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..I'm taking a chance, letting you inside."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bnmuse2:4734</id>
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    <title>bnmuse2 @ 2007-10-02T01:18:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-02T05:19:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-02T05:19:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Audioslave-Doesn't remind me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">You make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bnmuse2:4355</id>
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    <title>bnmuse2 @ 2007-09-30T23:38:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-01T03:41:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-01T03:41:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;AAAhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was great, road trip to Louisville for a softball game. I met some grand new people!&lt;br /&gt;I also FINALLY studied in the library! Well...pretended to study, but mostly talked ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the downside, it's very cold in my apartment. Boo.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>bnmuse2 @ 2007-09-29T16:16:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-29T20:17:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-29T20:21:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Christina A-Keep on Singin' My Song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;What a great night :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and day... hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Siiiiiggghhh....&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>bnmuse2 @ 2007-09-26T23:29:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-27T03:36:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-27T14:27:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Fool-Lifehouse</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope YOU read this, and take each of those three words to heart because they will NEVER change.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I ever loved you, ever wanted you, ever believed in you or thought you were worth my time. You've done nothing but hurt me. That's all you're good for.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;You make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so DONE with all of this...</content>
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    <title>bnmuse2 @ 2007-09-26T13:49:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-26T17:54:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-26T17:54:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I guess there's a right time and a wrong time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad my times tend to fall into the 'wrong' category...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast the one I didn't want is gone...no more worrying, trying to be perfect, or hiding myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I won't hurt anymore...</content>
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    <title>Remember the time I told you, the way that I felt...</title>
    <published>2007-09-26T05:01:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-26T05:01:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lifehouse-Whatever it Takes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">A strangled smile fell from your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It kills me that I hurt you this way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is that I didn't even know&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a &lt;u&gt;million &lt;/u&gt;reasons for you to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you can find a reason to stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll do &lt;u&gt;whatever &lt;/u&gt;it takes&lt;br /&gt;To turn this around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I know what's at stake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I know that I've let you down&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you give me &lt;em&gt;a chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe that I can change&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep us together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said if we're gonna make this work&lt;br /&gt;You gotta &lt;strong&gt;let me inside&lt;/strong&gt; even though it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don't hide the broken parts that I need to see&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;strong&gt; like it or not&lt;/strong&gt; it's the way it's gotta be&lt;br /&gt;You gotta love yourself if you can ever love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll do &lt;u&gt;whatever &lt;/u&gt;it takes&lt;br /&gt;To turn this around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I know what's at stake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I know that I've let you down&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you give me &lt;em&gt;a chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe that I can change&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep us together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I know&lt;/u&gt; you deserve much better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Remember the time I told you the way that I felt&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that I'd be lost without you and never find myself&lt;br /&gt;Let's hold onto each other above everything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Start over, start over&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll do &lt;u&gt;whatever &lt;/u&gt;it takes&lt;br /&gt;To turn this around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I know what's at stake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I know that I've let you down&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you give me &lt;em&gt;a chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe that I can change&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep us together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;/u&gt;</content>
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    <title>I'm Tired...</title>
    <published>2007-09-25T05:38:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-25T05:38:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>April Sixth-Dear Angel</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Your subtleties&lt;br /&gt;They strangle me&lt;br /&gt;I can’t explain myself at all.&lt;br /&gt;And all that wants&lt;br /&gt;And all that needs&lt;br /&gt;All I don’t want to need at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls start breathing&lt;br /&gt;My minds unweaving&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s best you leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;A weight is lifted&lt;br /&gt;On this evening&lt;br /&gt;I give the final blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness turns to light,&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A falling star&lt;br /&gt;Least I fall alone.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t explain what you can’t explain.&lt;br /&gt;Your finding things that you didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;I look at you with such disdain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls start breathing&lt;br /&gt;My minds unweaving&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s best you leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;A weight is lifted&lt;br /&gt;On this evening&lt;br /&gt;I give the final blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When darkness turns to light&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Just a little insight will make this right&lt;br /&gt;It’s too late to fight&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m on my own side&lt;br /&gt;It’s better than being on your side&lt;br /&gt;It’s my fault when your blind&lt;br /&gt;It’s better that I see it through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts locked inside&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re the first to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I ever get involved with someone like YOU?&lt;br /&gt;From the first day I met YOU, everything in my life has revolved around YOU.&lt;br /&gt;It's OVER. Never again will I speak to you, or even think about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to ruin me huh?&lt;br /&gt;Good job, you succeeded&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>bnmuse2 @ 2007-09-23T18:40:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-23T22:41:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-23T22:41:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>New Found Glory-My Friends Over You</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;..for another night in a row, this is becoming too routine for me.</content>
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    <title>...</title>
    <published>2007-09-22T15:56:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-22T15:56:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I mean really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I feel any worse right now?&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;UGH&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>bnmuse2 @ 2007-09-15T23:40:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-16T03:42:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-16T03:44:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Thrice-Artist in the Ambulance</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="2"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;A breath of fresh air&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Now that you’re gone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I must have been blind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;It’s what I wished, all along&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;You tried to control me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The things that I’d do&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;You just failed to see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I couldn’t be you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Molding and cutting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Shaping me to be&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Just what you wanted&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Not best for me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Your best interest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Was only my worst&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;You never thought twice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Or once fixed the hurt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Simply un-trustable&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;What you were to me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Now I’m exhausted&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;It’s too plain to see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Manipulation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;That’s your middle name&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I’m finally out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Not playing your game&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....well felt good to &lt;font size="2"&gt;get that &lt;/font&gt;out! Blah!&amp;nbsp;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bnmuse2:2242</id>
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    <title>First Time for Everything</title>
    <published>2007-09-14T17:44:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-14T17:44:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>First Time for Everything-Five Times August</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I’m standing in the place we met&lt;br /&gt;Heart shakes, and then I sweat&lt;br /&gt;It’s so hard to see that it’s all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do to make this end?&lt;br /&gt;And could I really be your friend?&lt;br /&gt;I can barely just pretend it’s over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m standing in the place we first kissed &lt;br /&gt;There’s so much I miss&lt;br /&gt;This I can’t resist cause I’m all over&lt;br /&gt;Where we took our first photograph, &lt;br /&gt;And where I first held your hand and laughed&lt;br /&gt;Awkward moments like that have passed, it’s over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridge)&lt;br /&gt;You’re fine and I believe it&lt;br /&gt;I’m something you never needed&lt;br /&gt;I can’t say the same for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;But there’s a first time for everything&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll fall in love again &lt;br /&gt;When I begin my second time around&lt;br /&gt;It’s the last time I’ll think of you &lt;br /&gt;You can do what you’d like to do &lt;br /&gt;But if you only knew I’m never coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m standing in the place we first said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why, I so relied on you for my smile&lt;br /&gt;I laid happiness in your hands&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t really understand&lt;br /&gt;The cost was more than I could stand &lt;br /&gt;It was miles wide</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bnmuse2:1854</id>
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    <title>bnmuse2 @ 2007-09-11T16:29:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-11T20:32:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-11T22:28:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Maroon 5- Wake up call</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I'm out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have closure, and I can now be happy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;-Would have bled to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You didn't need to &lt;strike&gt;treat&lt;/strike&gt; me that way&lt;br /&gt;And now you beat me at my own game&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;sleeping soundly-&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bnmuse2:1699</id>
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    <title>....</title>
    <published>2007-09-11T13:27:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-11T13:27:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Almost Lover</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I don't want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact, I don't know what I want, but I know you aren't it...&lt;br /&gt;I just want it all to be over,&lt;br /&gt;with no memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, I wish I had &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; met you...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bnmuse2:1349</id>
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    <title>bnmuse2 @ 2007-09-09T10:24:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-09T14:32:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-09T14:32:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Aqualung-Strange and Beautiful</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna study.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to the lake, but I have no car keys.&lt;br /&gt;Headache's are bad.&lt;br /&gt;as is Procrastination..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..story of my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---But you just can't see&lt;br /&gt;You turn every head but you don't see me---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bnmuse2:1062</id>
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    <title>bnmuse2 @ 2007-09-08T13:06:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-08T17:14:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-08T17:14:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>A Fine Frenzy- Almost Lover</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;If only I could have realized I was making such a mistake. Why couldn't I see it? I'm so blind to everything until it's already begun, then it's too late.&amp;nbsp; I'm tired of all the regrets, all the what-if's, all of the I'm sorry's and the heartbreak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know a good thing when I see it, or have it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never satisfied, and although I'm aware of this flaw, I cannot change it...</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>...</title>
    <published>2007-09-06T00:52:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-06T00:52:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why can't you just be honest?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I know how you talk to her, I know how you feel...&lt;br /&gt;You must think you're better&amp;nbsp;or that you have special privelages. Like you can do things I can't.&amp;nbsp; Like everything you do is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop hiding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're wrong, the fault&amp;nbsp;is yours. You should be sorry..&amp;nbsp;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bnmuse2:548</id>
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    <title>bnmuse2 @ 2007-09-02T19:44:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-02T23:46:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-02T23:46:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;So we've put an &lt;strike&gt;end &lt;/strike&gt;to it this time. &lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer yours and you're no longer mine. &lt;br /&gt;You said &lt;em&gt;this hill looks far too steep&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If I'm not even sure it's me you wanna keep. &lt;br /&gt;And it's been &lt;strong&gt;ten days without you in my reach&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;And &lt;u&gt;the only time I've touched you is in my sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time has changed nothing at all - &lt;br /&gt;You're still the only one that feels like home. &lt;br /&gt;I've tried &lt;strike&gt;cutting the ropes&lt;/strike&gt; and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I let you go&lt;/strike&gt; but you're still the only one &lt;br /&gt;That feels like home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;u&gt;won't&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;talk me into it next time, &lt;br /&gt;If I'm going away your hearts coming too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cos I miss your hands I miss your face.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When I get back let's &lt;u&gt;disappear&lt;/u&gt; without a trace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos it's been ten days without you in my reach, &lt;br /&gt;And &lt;u&gt;the only time I've touched you is in my sleep.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time has changed nothing at all - &lt;br /&gt;You're still the only one that feels like home. &lt;br /&gt;I've tried &lt;strike&gt;cutting the ropes,&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tried &lt;strike&gt;letting go&lt;/strike&gt; but you're still the only one &lt;br /&gt;That feels like home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, did you really think... &lt;br /&gt;Oh tell me, did you really think &lt;br /&gt;I had gone when you couldn't see me anymore? &lt;br /&gt;When you couldn't... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos baby time has changed nothing at all - &lt;br /&gt;You're still the only one that feels like home. &lt;br /&gt;And I've tried cutting the ropes, &lt;br /&gt;I let you go but you're still the only one &lt;br /&gt;That feels like home, yeah, &lt;br /&gt;You're still the only one that feels like home</content>
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