Things will break me, but ill never be broken

The vibe i feel when i'm sitting beside you is what keeps me going throughout the day.

An angel god hasn't pointed out to the world yet.

yet you don't seem to know how i care

"things will break me, but ill never be broken"

Broken records and mixed tapes

I love the way you laugh at every little thing.
The way you smile.
Just You.

In my eyes you are a guy a girl like me deserves

to feel loved.

to just simply lie in your arms at night.

to be in your embrace.

i'm hangin on. and i'm strong

how to repair broken souls...

I say this to myself and others over and over again.
i can't bare to see you like this, at your lowest, so far away from home, so tired and so damn alone.
Everything was so different last year. You sometimes wish that alll of this enver happened. That one day you'll wake up next to you're wife, and get up and drive hundreds of miles, not to get on stage, but go out on a night on the town that didn't result you and your band mates getting kicked out of hotels, and you're ass being thrown in jail. You wish you never stepped onto that stage those years back.
You.
It's almost like you have spilt personalities.
Than you stick your words behind a computer screen and keyboard and try to shove us all away.
I sometimes wish, i wish alot of the time.
That you could have your old life back
This world has played havoc on your mind
your body, and your soul.
It's heartbreaking
I don't even fucking know you...
and yet i feel sorry.
Being proud no longer fits
not when someone is confused...

If it was up to me i'd rewind the past year
remove all the hardships
make it all playout like it would in your mind..

if only.....
if i had a timemachine and knew how to repair broken souls

stay the night

Dead stars dead eyes.
Blue skies, cold nights.
Words like an angel.
Smiles to melt your soul

Those butterflies in your stomach
the feeling of love
that first date
that first kiss

His hand in yours
your hand in his
The touch of his face
Being in his arms

a txt message away
a phone call away
one single kiss away

his hand on your knee
that feeling again, deep in your stomach
sweet simple kisses
with the sweetest one of all

feeling like you never felt before
feeling loved
who knew you would find that feeling again

random kisses through out that horrer flick
the feeling of being in his arms
feeling safe , while he puts his fingers through your hair

he loves the way your hair feels
those little kisses , the ones you never expect
the ones that make you feel on top of the world

he's the one for you.
and you know it.

it startts all over again
the chills up your spine
the pit in your throat
the butterflies in your stomach.
he kisses you again.

" i would of stayed the night if i knew how to save a life"

the weight of the world

I heard a distant early warning, but i chose to ignore it, it came back and bit me.

These late summer nights, till 2 in the mornin, trying to keep warm in your bed as fall closes in.
4 am sudden awakenings for no apparent reason, sweating and kicking your blankets off. Turn on the tv to be able to fall asleep. Take a look at the posters by your bed. They get you thinking, to a point you're telling yourself to shutup and sleep. The dog on the floor next to you sound asleep, snoring like your grandfather after thanksgiving dinner, calling his name to wake him up. Your father in the next room snoring like never before untill you hear your mom yell " glenn shut the fuck up turn on your side " , you have to love your mother when she sleep talks.

You crawl out of the warmth of your bed and make your way to the computer, check your myspace shit, and make your way to the hedley forum. Expecting answers from people. Not an answer. Noone on msn. It's four am. Where is everyone? in the middle of a deep sleep where you wish you were at this time.

Crawl back into your bed, this time it's no longer warm but chilled from the cold in the house. You cover yourself up and turn the channels. Jacob hoggard and his bandmates. That gets you yelling at the tv. First it's HOO-GARD no HOG-ARD. His bandmates have names. Dave rosin, tom macdonald, and chris crippin. Fuck.

Turn off the tv, plug in your ipod, listen your self to sleep. two hours later , 6 am, the sun is rising, your mother is yelling to your step father that his breaktfast is ready, you yell for someone to come up and close your door so you can go back to sleep. you fall asleep for 2 more hours. Finally there's just nomore sleep left in you.

It's nights and days like that, that you wish you could just disappear from the world and get one good nights sleep. Without the world hanging on your shoulders.