<?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-10470380</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:59:51.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry Tree Stump</title><subtitle type='html'>The dwelling into the mind of a mind that shouldn't be fucked with</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sexy Tree Stump</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10470380.post-112606083933114074</id><published>2005-09-06T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T08:45:47.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel</title><content type='html'>When I wake up&lt;br /&gt;and realize your not there&lt;br /&gt;I smell your perfume on the pillow&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have given me everything&lt;br /&gt;I could ask for&lt;br /&gt;In such a short time&lt;br /&gt;I could not ask for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could feel&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of your touch&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could look&lt;br /&gt;In those angelic eyes&lt;br /&gt;Get lost in your beauty&lt;br /&gt;I will do whatever I can&lt;br /&gt;To stay with you&lt;br /&gt;End Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pheromone trance&lt;br /&gt;of love and honesty&lt;br /&gt;If I only had the chance&lt;br /&gt;to taste exctasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be the one you love&lt;br /&gt;you look like an angel&lt;br /&gt;sent from heaven above&lt;br /&gt;this love is like a fable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10470380-112606083933114074?l=sexyboystump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/feeds/112606083933114074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10470380&amp;postID=112606083933114074' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/112606083933114074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/112606083933114074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/2005/09/feel.html' title='Feel'/><author><name>Sexy Tree Stump</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10470380.post-112351156438993406</id><published>2005-08-08T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T09:44:20.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two-faced</title><content type='html'>She seems like an angel above&lt;br /&gt;One that shows much love&lt;br /&gt;She will do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;Your life she will consume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will seem like no one else&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anyone else&lt;br /&gt;She will take your heart&lt;br /&gt;and rip it competely apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She isn't a sinner or a saint&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty will captivate&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's prying eye&lt;br /&gt;But no one will realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is everything to me&lt;br /&gt;She is so hypnotic&lt;br /&gt;Her pheromone trance&lt;br /&gt;Will take your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chours:&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say what got my attention&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't escape with any diversion&lt;br /&gt;This slave that I've become&lt;br /&gt;I've become her possesion&lt;br /&gt;My life drains faster&lt;br /&gt;I am a puppet to the master&lt;br /&gt;I will win&lt;br /&gt;I will take back my life!&lt;br /&gt;End Chours:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will no longer take&lt;br /&gt;I know she's a fake&lt;br /&gt;She is a queen&lt;br /&gt;A queen of the damned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart is black as night&lt;br /&gt;She will steal your soul and your life&lt;br /&gt;I can't I fell&lt;br /&gt;For this beast from hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see through your lies&lt;br /&gt;Behind those cold blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;There will be no more deceit&lt;br /&gt;You will taste defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life that you've decayed&lt;br /&gt;I've been battered and frayed&lt;br /&gt;The sufferrings will end&lt;br /&gt;My freedom will now begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chours:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She isn't real! She will never be real!&lt;br /&gt;Look in the mirror and see who you really are&lt;br /&gt;The reflections of two faces&lt;br /&gt;Demon and Saint&lt;br /&gt;One will leave without a trace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10470380-112351156438993406?l=sexyboystump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/feeds/112351156438993406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10470380&amp;postID=112351156438993406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/112351156438993406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/112351156438993406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/2005/08/two-faced.html' title='Two-faced'/><author><name>Sexy Tree Stump</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10470380.post-112350969896813738</id><published>2005-08-08T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T09:01:38.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choke</title><content type='html'>I wish I died&lt;br /&gt;instead of lived&lt;br /&gt;This life&lt;br /&gt;I cannot bear&lt;br /&gt;This shell of man&lt;br /&gt;Brought to death&lt;br /&gt;By his own hand&lt;br /&gt;Choking for his final breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling lost in my creation&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing when it will fade&lt;br /&gt;This mask hides my face&lt;br /&gt;While it seals my fate&lt;br /&gt;Masochism is my friend&lt;br /&gt;Whatching the blood run red&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for an end&lt;br /&gt;To this wasted life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;You cannot help&lt;br /&gt;The mindset is made&lt;br /&gt;While the body turns peach to grey&lt;br /&gt;Watching the life fade&lt;br /&gt;Life is so hard to live&lt;br /&gt;But so easy to end&lt;br /&gt;This life you don't know&lt;br /&gt;This life that I....choke&lt;br /&gt;End Chours:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't real&lt;br /&gt;You can't understand how I feel&lt;br /&gt;This life that I foresake&lt;br /&gt;This life that I will take&lt;br /&gt;The darkness surronds the light&lt;br /&gt;Grim has come for a life&lt;br /&gt;Sadism can't bring pleasure&lt;br /&gt;To this empty shell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will choke on all this shit I can't take&lt;br /&gt;This life, like that i foresake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10470380-112350969896813738?l=sexyboystump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/feeds/112350969896813738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10470380&amp;postID=112350969896813738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/112350969896813738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/112350969896813738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/2005/08/choke.html' title='Choke'/><author><name>Sexy Tree Stump</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10470380.post-112330085008068220</id><published>2005-08-05T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T23:04:12.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk Again</title><content type='html'>It's party time!&lt;br /&gt;Head out and get the beer&lt;br /&gt;Get the girls drunk&lt;br /&gt;Then stick in their rear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is going to be a blast&lt;br /&gt;We're all getting drunk&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how long the party will last&lt;br /&gt;But at least we're probably getting fucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;one beer two beers three beers four!&lt;br /&gt;Watch those panties hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;Getting wasted without a care&lt;br /&gt;Remeber don't cum in her hair&lt;br /&gt;This is a night for partying&lt;br /&gt;And the people keep on coming&lt;br /&gt;Pass the shot glasses&lt;br /&gt;We're getting drunk off our asses&lt;br /&gt;End Chours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what's going on&lt;br /&gt;But we know were having fun&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is taking jello shots&lt;br /&gt;We know we won't get caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are playing kings&lt;br /&gt;and circle of death&lt;br /&gt;Ready for the beer bong?&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beer flows like a waterfall&lt;br /&gt;If you have to piss&lt;br /&gt;just stumble through the hall&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for the fat girl wanting a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night goes on&lt;br /&gt;People start to pass out&lt;br /&gt;praying to the porclein God&lt;br /&gt;We're drunk without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning sun rises&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to open our eyes&lt;br /&gt;But when we do we realize&lt;br /&gt;The fat girl by our side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sneak out without a peep&lt;br /&gt;Or she will make you wish you were dead&lt;br /&gt;With breakfast at Denny's at five&lt;br /&gt;you can't agrue it was such a great night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all get drunk and screw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10470380-112330085008068220?l=sexyboystump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/feeds/112330085008068220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10470380&amp;postID=112330085008068220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/112330085008068220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/112330085008068220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/2005/08/drunk-again.html' title='Drunk Again'/><author><name>Sexy Tree Stump</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10470380.post-112329922000265037</id><published>2005-08-05T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T22:34:14.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My girl's mom</title><content type='html'>From the first day we meet&lt;br /&gt;I pictured you naked and wet&lt;br /&gt;These feelings are wrong&lt;br /&gt;I knew the temptation was strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be older&lt;br /&gt;But you could be my teacher&lt;br /&gt;I'll go oh so deep&lt;br /&gt;While my girlfriend is asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;This is so wrong&lt;br /&gt;But it feels so right&lt;br /&gt;I just want to fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Each and every night&lt;br /&gt;You may be older&lt;br /&gt;But that's ok&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm dating another&lt;br /&gt;I just want you&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriends mother!&lt;br /&gt;End Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl think I'm there to see her&lt;br /&gt;But it's you I'm after&lt;br /&gt;The older the berry the sweeter the juice&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to make that berry loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might think it's odd&lt;br /&gt;But there not the one getting the blowjob&lt;br /&gt;You got the experience to please&lt;br /&gt;And I'll get in that vertical smile with ease&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10470380-112329922000265037?l=sexyboystump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/feeds/112329922000265037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10470380&amp;postID=112329922000265037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/112329922000265037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/112329922000265037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-girls-mom.html' title='My girl&apos;s mom'/><author><name>Sexy Tree Stump</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10470380.post-110982624913493961</id><published>2005-03-02T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T00:04:09.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaper</title><content type='html'>I am the unforgivening son&lt;br /&gt;Blending into the night&lt;br /&gt;I am the one&lt;br /&gt;I will end your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come from fire and flame&lt;br /&gt;Striking down man&lt;br /&gt;You all are to blame&lt;br /&gt;Your death is in my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in black&lt;br /&gt;Moving through the night&lt;br /&gt;As the whip cracks&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of your life&lt;br /&gt;You cannot stop me&lt;br /&gt;For I am immortal&lt;br /&gt;You will suffer before me&lt;br /&gt;For causing as the turmoil&lt;br /&gt;Man will see his end&lt;br /&gt;For I am the Reaper&lt;br /&gt;Let the reaping begin!&lt;br /&gt;End Chours:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I pierce the heart&lt;br /&gt;creating bloody wounds&lt;br /&gt;This will be the start&lt;br /&gt;The end is soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will pay&lt;br /&gt;For all your lies&lt;br /&gt;There is no other way&lt;br /&gt;Prepare to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10470380-110982624913493961?l=sexyboystump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/feeds/110982624913493961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10470380&amp;postID=110982624913493961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/110982624913493961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/110982624913493961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/2005/03/reaper.html' title='Reaper'/><author><name>Sexy Tree Stump</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10470380.post-110948517894858072</id><published>2005-02-27T01:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T01:19:38.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Killah</title><content type='html'>so much drama in my mind that i cant see&lt;br /&gt;i feel like solving these problems like a G&lt;br /&gt;no i'm not gangsta and i try not to be be&lt;br /&gt;but see messages to my brain driving me to be something that i want to be&lt;br /&gt;a cold blooded killah nothing realla stabb you up until your body shivvas . bloody messes all around me&lt;br /&gt;i'm going on a rampage killin whatevers insite step to me and you'll see a true fight&lt;br /&gt;hood rich? nah hood insane hit you blows making you feel it through you membrane what mane?&lt;br /&gt;had enough of this i'm about to snap hit you back not with words but with gat 9 of mine and its about time i react to all this drama going through my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Shawn Goodwin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10470380-110948517894858072?l=sexyboystump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/feeds/110948517894858072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10470380&amp;postID=110948517894858072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/110948517894858072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/110948517894858072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/2005/02/killah.html' title='Killah'/><author><name>Sexy Tree Stump</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10470380.post-110929574739125054</id><published>2005-02-24T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T20:42:27.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortal Suffering</title><content type='html'>Dressed in black&lt;br /&gt;Coming in the night&lt;br /&gt;don't look back&lt;br /&gt;it will end your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will ride&lt;br /&gt;To end your pain&lt;br /&gt;Marching in stride&lt;br /&gt;Your life will fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Marching in step&lt;br /&gt;Leaving nothing left&lt;br /&gt;Screaming words of pain&lt;br /&gt;Your life will fade&lt;br /&gt;We will bring you death&lt;br /&gt;We will take your last breath&lt;br /&gt;There is no more wondering&lt;br /&gt;This is the end&lt;br /&gt;The end of your...MORTAL SUFFERING!&lt;br /&gt;End Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no mercy&lt;br /&gt;There is no time to beg&lt;br /&gt;Your life of heresy&lt;br /&gt;Will leave you dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live in sin&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing&lt;br /&gt;You life will end&lt;br /&gt;Our anger is growing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our words are true&lt;br /&gt;You will see&lt;br /&gt;There are very few&lt;br /&gt;Who see me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the horsemen&lt;br /&gt;That will not stop&lt;br /&gt;There is no end&lt;br /&gt;Tell sin is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WILL FEEL THE WRATH! YOU WILL FEEL THE ANGER! WE WILL PUT AN END! TO YOUR MORTAL SUFFERING!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10470380-110929574739125054?l=sexyboystump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/feeds/110929574739125054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10470380&amp;postID=110929574739125054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/110929574739125054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/110929574739125054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/2005/02/mortal-suffering.html' title='Mortal Suffering'/><author><name>Sexy Tree Stump</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10470380.post-110924139144065713</id><published>2005-02-24T05:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T05:36:31.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>In the night I wake&lt;br /&gt;Crying myself sick&lt;br /&gt;Having a life I forsake&lt;br /&gt;Knowing there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head in my hands&lt;br /&gt;I cannot speak&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand&lt;br /&gt;My body has become weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chours&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to take&lt;br /&gt;I want to hide my head&lt;br /&gt;Just to escape&lt;br /&gt;I want to drown my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;While my tears enter the glass&lt;br /&gt;Wishing no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;This can't last&lt;br /&gt;End Chours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare at the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Trying to analysis&lt;br /&gt;This terrible life&lt;br /&gt;That I can't realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed becomes cold&lt;br /&gt;For I have no rest&lt;br /&gt;I cannot find peace&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke enters my lungs&lt;br /&gt;I search for an escape&lt;br /&gt;While my head is hung&lt;br /&gt;This life I cannot take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I search for death&lt;br /&gt;While smoke fades&lt;br /&gt;Praying it's my last breath&lt;br /&gt;This is the last day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel such sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I just want there to be...&lt;br /&gt;No Tomorrow (X 5)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10470380-110924139144065713?l=sexyboystump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/feeds/110924139144065713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10470380&amp;postID=110924139144065713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/110924139144065713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/110924139144065713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/2005/02/no-tomorrow.html' title='No Tomorrow'/><author><name>Sexy Tree Stump</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10470380.post-110923966444809328</id><published>2005-02-24T04:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T05:07:44.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>The skin splits open&lt;br /&gt;Blood flows over the skin&lt;br /&gt;I cannot escape&lt;br /&gt;Please God! When will it end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the warmth drip&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't want to die&lt;br /&gt;But I have no other way&lt;br /&gt;To feel alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chours:&lt;br /&gt;This pain is endless&lt;br /&gt;It cosumes my soul&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel&lt;br /&gt;Except my wrist grow cold&lt;br /&gt;What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;When the pain will never cease&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;I just want peace&lt;br /&gt;When pain is constant&lt;br /&gt;The body becomes empty&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;To know I can still feel&lt;br /&gt;I just want&lt;br /&gt;want to know I'm real&lt;br /&gt;End Chours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The razor blade gleams&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;As my body is warm&lt;br /&gt;Then cold and gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is numb&lt;br /&gt;The feelings are gone&lt;br /&gt;Why is this happening&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we feel&lt;br /&gt;Why do we sit by&lt;br /&gt;Searching for happiness&lt;br /&gt;That never seems real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always search&lt;br /&gt;We never realize&lt;br /&gt;This bullshit&lt;br /&gt;Won't make us alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we stop&lt;br /&gt;To be real&lt;br /&gt;To know that love&lt;br /&gt;Is something we can feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain of life&lt;br /&gt;Is a fucking enemy&lt;br /&gt;Down the path of strife&lt;br /&gt;That I cannot survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please let this end&lt;br /&gt;Lead me to peace&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' name I pary&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10470380-110923966444809328?l=sexyboystump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/feeds/110923966444809328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10470380&amp;postID=110923966444809328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/110923966444809328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/110923966444809328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/2005/02/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Sexy Tree Stump</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10470380.post-110923897917390240</id><published>2005-02-24T04:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T04:56:19.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>The imagery is clear&lt;br /&gt;Yet fades to black&lt;br /&gt;It seems amazing&lt;br /&gt;Yet its so bleak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's to good to be true&lt;br /&gt;Yet I embrace this love&lt;br /&gt;All that I go through&lt;br /&gt;Is for nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chours:&lt;br /&gt;It's so surreal&lt;br /&gt;The feelings I get&lt;br /&gt;I should not feel&lt;br /&gt;Yet I find it kind of funny&lt;br /&gt;But I also find it sad&lt;br /&gt;My dream of dieing&lt;br /&gt;Are the best I've had&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to wake&lt;br /&gt;From this sleep&lt;br /&gt;I lay here just pray&lt;br /&gt;This is the last night&lt;br /&gt;That I am alive&lt;br /&gt;End Chours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of my body cold&lt;br /&gt;My soul becomes frayed&lt;br /&gt;My mind becomes old&lt;br /&gt;The world goes blue to gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This endless sleep&lt;br /&gt;Brings so much peace&lt;br /&gt;I just want to keep&lt;br /&gt;Let my soul cease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10470380-110923897917390240?l=sexyboystump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/feeds/110923897917390240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10470380&amp;postID=110923897917390240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/110923897917390240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/110923897917390240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/2005/02/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Sexy Tree Stump</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10470380.post-110923837348159968</id><published>2005-02-24T04:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T04:46:13.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb</title><content type='html'>People look around&lt;br /&gt;All the see are faces&lt;br /&gt;Same old faces&lt;br /&gt;Same old places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one stops&lt;br /&gt;To look past&lt;br /&gt;The expressions&lt;br /&gt;The average expressions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chours&lt;br /&gt;I look around and all I see&lt;br /&gt;Is this world&lt;br /&gt;Where nothing seems to be&lt;br /&gt;Everyone runs in circles&lt;br /&gt;Ingoring their actions&lt;br /&gt;Ingoring the expressions&lt;br /&gt;This world has become&lt;br /&gt;A world of false lies&lt;br /&gt;The world has become&lt;br /&gt;Oh so numb&lt;br /&gt;End Chours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;As the blank faces&lt;br /&gt;Pass by everyday&lt;br /&gt;Turning the world cold and gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stiffness succombs me&lt;br /&gt;I cannot speak&lt;br /&gt;I cannot breath&lt;br /&gt;I've become what I did not want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10470380-110923837348159968?l=sexyboystump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/feeds/110923837348159968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10470380&amp;postID=110923837348159968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/110923837348159968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/110923837348159968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/2005/02/numb.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>Sexy Tree Stump</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10470380.post-110923782172879614</id><published>2005-02-24T04:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T04:37:01.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shell</title><content type='html'>You hide yourself&lt;br /&gt;You build your walls&lt;br /&gt;You say you love me&lt;br /&gt;You no nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time&lt;br /&gt;I won't do it again&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time&lt;br /&gt;There nothing left but the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I'm a shell of man&lt;br /&gt;Who once existed&lt;br /&gt;But no one knows me&lt;br /&gt;Or my frustration&lt;br /&gt;I'm more then just&lt;br /&gt;The looks on my face&lt;br /&gt;All I want&lt;br /&gt;Is a little peace&lt;br /&gt;YOu will not see me&lt;br /&gt;For who I am&lt;br /&gt;So now I've become&lt;br /&gt;A shell of a man&lt;br /&gt;End Chours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lie to me&lt;br /&gt;Make me believe&lt;br /&gt;That you reall love me&lt;br /&gt;All you do is decieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not take this&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left&lt;br /&gt;I will not stand&lt;br /&gt;My body is laid to rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chours:&lt;br /&gt;I'm a shell of a man&lt;br /&gt;Who once existed&lt;br /&gt;But no one knows me&lt;br /&gt;Or my frustration&lt;br /&gt;I'm more then just&lt;br /&gt;The looks on my face&lt;br /&gt;All I want&lt;br /&gt;Is a little peace&lt;br /&gt;YOu will not see me&lt;br /&gt;For who I am&lt;br /&gt;So now I've become&lt;br /&gt;A shell of a man&lt;br /&gt;End Chours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a shell of man&lt;br /&gt;No one will understand&lt;br /&gt;That all I've become&lt;br /&gt;Is a shell of a man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10470380-110923782172879614?l=sexyboystump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/feeds/110923782172879614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10470380&amp;postID=110923782172879614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/110923782172879614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/110923782172879614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/2005/02/shell.html' title='Shell'/><author><name>Sexy Tree Stump</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10470380.post-110801370158232444</id><published>2005-02-09T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T00:35:01.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world is bleak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish could only stand on my feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can someone please help me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look around only to find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I'm the only one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the end of line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can someone please help me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm to weak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would say words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could speak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because the world hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's way to bleak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wish I could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stand on my own two feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;End Chours:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to walk &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could talk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet I can only crawl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk this line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My vital signs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me I'm alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet I keep crying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I open myself up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart is cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know how to cope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The dull pain is so old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world is bleak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything seems to fade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish could only speak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;While my world turns gray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus X2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10470380-110801370158232444?l=sexyboystump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/feeds/110801370158232444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10470380&amp;postID=110801370158232444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;What I really wanted say&lt;br /&gt;Is that I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;For what I never said&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted you to see&lt;br /&gt;The evil side of me&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hide it from you&lt;br /&gt;Yet it comes back all to true&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for what I've become&lt;br /&gt;Never wanting to be&lt;br /&gt;Something that wasn't me&lt;br /&gt;End Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10470380-110796264006267501?l=sexyboystump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/feeds/110796264006267501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10470380&amp;postID=110796264006267501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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one knows I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;Down this crowded street&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looks away&lt;br /&gt;My only company is my dieing heart beat&lt;br /&gt;No one sees me&lt;br /&gt;I move along among them&lt;br /&gt;While I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;End Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk this shattered line&lt;br /&gt;Walking amonst the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Yet I fall behind&lt;br /&gt;This is were I lay&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;Day after day&lt;br /&gt;Yet no one knows&lt;br /&gt;That I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;Down this crowded street&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looks away&lt;br /&gt;My only company is my dieing heart beat&lt;br /&gt;No one sees me&lt;br /&gt;I move along them&lt;br /&gt;While I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;End Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10470380.post-110794996028330393</id><published>2005-02-09T06:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T06:52:40.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>What is passion. Webster defines passion as "a powerful emtion such as love, joy, hatred or anger" I remember coming to this school three years ago and having everyone tell me "what are you studying?" For awhile I either said psychology or exercise science. This year's subject seems to be social work. Through all the muttering and rambling about what my major is I always asked the same question, "What should I study?" The answer was always the most obvious and redundant answer. Yet this answer was always in the form of a question so no one ever really answers the question "What should I study?" They always say "what are you passionate about?" Wow, why didn't I think of that before? Maybe if I knew what I passionate about I wouldn't be asking "What should I study?" but hey, you know everyone got to have something to reply to the question. I've thought about what I was passionate about every year since I was out of college, I always came back to the general stuff, but nothing really exclusive. I'm passionate about people. I like helping people and listening to help solve problems. Yet I was also passionate about working out, and I absolutely love music. Now being in a band has been of the best things to happen to me, but I was told "you're never gonna make it!" I'm sorry people but if I sat here and told you that you were never going to make in something you were passionate about, how would you react? Now I know I seem kind of bitter and angry but I'm not it's just basic respect, sometimes it's nice to hear the nice things even if you don't want to. What's the golden rule mom always told us? "If you don't have something nice to say, then don't say it all!" Good ole' mom always there to keep nice and sweet like sugar even though some of us are as sour and bitter as lemons. Hey we all have our problems. Now am I one to talk about how one should never say something unless nice. Shit no. Hell I speak without thinking and go on my rants and expect people to just take it, well except for the 5 women in my life and four of them belong in my family. The other one bless her heart always seems to have something to say back. It's not a bad thing it's what I like to call and little bit of fire and spunk in a girl. Now true sometimes it can be frustrating but hey who said that all things good in life our easy? Whoever said that should be drug out into the street and shot...is that easy? Hell yeah but it's not neccessiarlly good for you, well it's at least not good for the person getting shot...sorry buddy. I notice I have a habit of asking questions then answering them. Why do I do this? Ha caught you again. Acutally to be honest its the way I think out loud. It's seems if I ask a question and answer then maybe somehow I actually know what I'm talking about. I never really said I knew exactly what I was talking about but I at least try to make it sound good. Where was I? Oh yes, passion. I've found over the years I'm most passionate about the one I love. The person that makes the birds sing or whatever else you see in the movies. Thanks Merry Poppins. The way I look at it, if you love someone completely then they should love you completely, there should be no doubts or really any questions. If you honestly think abou it, if it is true love, then you should be able to get through anything together...and I do mean anything. The reason divorce rates are so high is because all those people aren't truely in love. They are in love yes, but yet they expect something or want something and they found out down the road the person they love wasn't exactly what the wanted but they settled for less. Now every relationship takes time and work. DUH! It won't just happen. Hell, I used to think it would just happen but like I said I don't always know what I'm talking about. Love is a rare thing this day in age. I say if you are love embrace and go with it, you only live once and there is no reason to deny yourself the fruits of life. Robin Williams said it best in Dead Poets Society "Suck the marrow out of life, but don't choke on the bone" Thank you Mrs. Doubtfire...I'm Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10470380-110794996028330393?l=sexyboystump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/feeds/110794996028330393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10470380&amp;postID=110794996028330393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/110794996028330393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10470380/posts/default/110794996028330393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyboystump.blogspot.com/2005/02/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Sexy Tree Stump</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10470380.post-110740989743200765</id><published>2005-02-03T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T00:51:37.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tear my heart open &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i sew myself shut &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my weakness is that i care too much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and my scars remind me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that the past is real &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel drunk &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and im feeling down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i just wanna be alone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;im pissed 'cause you came around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;why dont you just go home 'cause you channeled all your pain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i cant help you fix yourself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're making me insane &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i can say is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tear my heart open i sew myself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shut my weakness is that i care too much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and our scars remind us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that the past is real &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried to help you once Against my own advice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw you going down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you never realized &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that youre drowning in the water &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i offered you my hand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;compassion's in my nature &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tonight is our last stand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tear my heart open &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i sew myself shut &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my weakness is that i care too much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and our scars remind us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that the past is real &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;im drunk and im feeling down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i just wanna be alone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you shouldnt ever come around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;why dont you just go home &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause youre drowning in the water &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i tried to grab your hand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i left my heart open &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you didnt understand you fix yourself! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cant help you fix yourself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but at least i can say i tried &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry but i gotta move on with my own life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cant help you fix yourself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but at least i can say i tried &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry but i gotta move on with my own life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tear my heart open &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i sew myself shut my weakness is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that i care too much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and our scars remind us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that the past is real &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i tear my heart open just to feel real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i tear my heart open &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i sew myself shut &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my weakness is that i care too much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and our scars remind us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that the past is real &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i tear my heart open just to feel real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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