| its overfinally. it feels like we can breathe again. but this weekend we still have more parties to attend. oh hey i have two prayer requests! i dont even know if anyone reads this anymore. but anyway, jimmy flies home from arizona tonight so pray he gets home safely. and the alvarados drive back from el paso on friday. those are my prayer requests ha. oh, i found two new song that i love.
one's called warmness on the soul by avenged sevenfold.
these are the lyrics;
Your hazel green tint eyes watching every move I make.
And that feeling of doubt, it's erased.
I'll never feel alone again with you by my side.
You're the one, and in you I confide.
And we have gone through good and bad times.
But your unconditional love was always on my mind.
You've been there from the start for me.
And your loves always been true as can be.
I give my heart to you.
I give my heart, cause nothing can compare in this world to you.
And we have gone through good and bad times.
But your unconditional love was always on my mind.
You've been there from the start for me.
And your loves always been true as can be.
I give my heart to you.
I give my heart, cause nothing can compare in this world to you.
I give my heart to you.
I give my heart, cause nothing can compare in this world to you.
if you wanna hear it go here: http://search.playlist.com/tracks/warmness%20on%20the%20soul and click the play button on the first one. the other song i found is called your mouth is like a magazine by showbread. annddd its kinda screamo. ha. these are the lyrics; Turning over in interrupted slumber,
You ponder others, growing ever wakeful,
You've locked the vermin in the other bedroom,
To be so perfect causes you to feel so thankful,
Now find the fault because your boyfriend can't read,
Reflecting on to you is all the bitterness you need,
So unhappy, yet so preoccupied,
Never found beaten down with your forked tongue tied.
Your eulogy is like poetry,
But your mouth is like a magazine.
Your eulogy is like poetry,
But your mouth is like a magazine.
Queen dependency is cowering, please don't be confused,
You are vacant and submissive, receptive to abuse,
Virtue isn't tangible, and sense of self is dated,
Names constant on your cracked lips are now eviscerated,
Your spine is made of metal, Your veins are bound in electric tape,
And all along an impulse lights at random in your face,
Yough cought up an offering and forget which words are lies,
Then your skull echoes a singeing pop, as your brain is cauterized.
Your eulogy is like poetry,
But your mouth is like a magazine.
Your eulogy is like poetry,
But your mouth is like a magazine.
Your eulogy is like poetry,
But your mouth is like a magazine.
Your eulogy is like poetry,
But your mouth is like a magazine.
Within the walls I hear all of its legs,
There must be so many to carry it over our heads,
Seething and unsettled and oh such a let down,
And now these rusty spokes inside my head are making such a grating sound.
Your legacy is like poetry,
But your mouth is like a magazine.
Your eulogy is like poetry,
But your mouth is like a magazine.
Your eulogy is like poetry,
But your mouth is like a magazine.
Your eulogy is like poetry,
But your mouth is like a magazine.
Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Woah! its totally Christian, and i love it. if you wanna hear it go here: www.myspace.com/carmexcarmexcarmex
thats my myspace. well im off. good bye. :D
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