So you did what you wanted to last night
Guess you thought it was right
You proved what a million words couldn't say
I supposed you loved me,
I was wrong
Now all I've got is a song
And a memory that my heart will not betray
I know love hurts sometimes
But I've never loved anyone but you
That's why it hurts so much,
with all you've put me through
I don't know when I will learn to live my life again
The feelings fade away, 
Shouldn't have believed the things you said
I listened to heart over head
As you look back on the time we spent
Remember the words that were meant
Tell me, are we better off apart?
Now, when I cry myself to sleep
I cry for the cuts, they run so deep
Still, love, you live on in my heart...

EDIT
Bah. Boys suck.

to all the amateur photographers...and the amateur life livers.....

there is nothing better in this world than purity, if we think about it, purity is what we all look for.  In the world that consists of the human mind there are the thoughts that we dwell on the ones that inspire us to be better and live greater than we thought we should or should be able to.  Purity is the one thing that we try so hard to hold onto, throughout our very drawn out lives.  so hold onto purity and never let go, wrangle it with a choke hold and then caress it with the outstretched hands of our minds.  and let us return to the ideals of our childhoods and seek shelter in the comforts of a time when nothing could harm us without our parents consent, let us return to our safe havens and our rocks, let us return to the purity of when we were home, when we enjoyed simpler things, like Christmas, not the hyped-up holiday of our generation but the purity that comes along with the joy we find when we gather with those dearest to our hearts, and we share the moments and memories of those who have gone before us and the ones still among us. let us return to the purity of younger days, let us return home.

Library
As I walk down the halls of this cold place, I open a book and I see a face, a hardend and cold staory is told in black and white, so I close it hard with all of my might, Then i picked up another and looked inside, another face but its warm inside, I read it a while and gave it a grin, then I closed it happier than i was before and hurried to another wondering what was in store? The couriousness burned me to the core, As i picked up the next and looked inside, I saw somthing that i just couldnt hide, it was my face in this book, and so further i read, great interest i took many things it said, i read from the past up until now, and than it just stoped, what?, but how? it ended with pages of white that were blank at this my excited grin went blank, i threw it down i left frusterated in the heat, then i opened the door and walked out into the street, BANG!, Sirens, and scattering feet, now the end of my book someone else will meet

Simple Things

Once there was an old man
Who lived down by the sand
He listened to the ocean all day and all night
Sitting, rocking, till the first rays of light
Blue was the water or he has heard
Trying to grasp this to him was obserd
Nobody knew why he sat there all day
Staring at the horizon in that strange way
One day i asked him "sir why do you stare?"
He looked tword me with that same strange glare
Then he said somthing simple that ill never forget
"Sight is a wonderful thing boy" that question i still regret
I'll never forget that one simple phrase
It reminds me how blessed ive been all of my days
To know the color blue or see the sun rise
The things he wont know till he dies
So be thankful the next time the sun is to bright
Be thankful at least we live in the light

Bob Dylan

Some good ol' john mayer for y'all

Bob Dylan & Bob Marley

Id Like That

It occured to me i figured out the key to a relationship and how to make it work. When you first meet somebody you find out they like you first of all, a friend of a friend of theres says he or she really likes you, and it kills you, floors you, sends you to the ground, you gotta pick yourself up of the ground, then you get there phone number and you call them up and you say "ya this is a great phone conversation can i see you sometime?" and they say this they say "id like that" Id like that makes you fall on the floor again your hearts about to stop because of Id like that , so now your blood pressure is going your six feet of the ground, you cant sleep because of Id like that, so then you hang out for a while and you call and you talk on the phone all the time, THAN YOU DROP THE BOMB or what feels like the bomb you say "you know what?" "ive been thinking about you a lot lately" and she goes "HUHHHH!!!!!" and you go "what happend?" and she goes "sorry i just i just i just have been thinking about you a lot too!" BAM higher than the sky but now Id Like That pshh done now your up to im thinking about you then how ever many months pass that makes you comfortable saying it and you say i gotta tell you somthing and they go "what?" you go "Im in love with you" and nothing in the world sounds better than im in love with you and maybe she starts crying or he goes HUHHH! and all of the sudden your like im in but what doesnt work is Id like That and Ive been thinking about you now were up to Im in love with you than someday you move to I love you fastforward now your like "i love you a lot", "I love you more than anything in life" now i love you doesnt work its a threshold it keeps moving up fastforward like 6 months 6 weeks whatever the case may be now your on like "I wanna marry you, I wanna inpregnate you with my love, I wanna just send my love to you!"words dont work anymoreand than you say this line you know youve used this line before "I just wish they would put a word in the disctionary bigger than love cause love just doesnt descride what i feel" and so then now she starts askin do you love me? and you say of course i love you well say it than it becomes say it twice say it three times than you get to a really interesting point in your relationship where all of a sudden it becomes I hate you, I hate you and you go o my gosh she hates me and now its i hate you more than anything and than its like, were over and than they go no were not and you go yes we are now that words completely do not workat all your left with nothing your throwing punches underwater youre done, you know what the moral of that story is if there is one is NEVER EVER EVER EVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF THE WORDS "ID LIKE THAT"
 -John Mayer

"The only people for me are the mad ones the ones who are mad to talk mad to be saved desirous of everything at the same time the ones who never yawn or say one common place thing but burn burn burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the sky"

-Jack Keroake