<?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-3214454</id><updated>2011-07-14T17:43:53.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.: unsung prayers :.</title><subtitle type='html'>screaming at the top of my lungs... 
no one hears my pitiful cries of help... 
but a prayer within my heart... 
mouths a silent song...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</uri><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>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-107247261007994749</id><published>2003-12-26T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T13:04:31.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You tore me apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-107247261007994749?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/107247261007994749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/107247261007994749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107247261007994749' title=''/><author><name>DaMseL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00767225525000594721</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-75377956</id><published>2002-04-13T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-13T20:57:58.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-I've looked at clouds from both sides now,&lt;br /&gt;from up and down, and still somehow&lt;br /&gt;it's cloud illusions I recall.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know clouds at all.&lt;br /&gt;-I've looked at love from both sides now,&lt;br /&gt;from give and take, and still somehow&lt;br /&gt;it's love's illusions I recall.&lt;br /&gt;-I've looked at life from both sides now,&lt;br /&gt;from win and lose, and still somehow&lt;br /&gt;it's life's illusions I recall.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know life at all.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know love at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've realized that I dont know much at all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-75377956?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/75377956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/75377956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75377956' title=''/><author><name>DaMseL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00767225525000594721</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-75256240</id><published>2002-04-10T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-10T12:41:00.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna write you a love song cuz thats just not me&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to see..&lt;br /&gt;See,See you made me happy&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the laughs,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the smiles,&lt;br /&gt;I tried for a moment to make my life worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to try to find someone else to make me happy for somedays&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted you to know that I thought of you that way.&lt;br /&gt;But why...&lt;br /&gt;Why in the hell did you go away? &lt;br /&gt;I loved everything about you&lt;br /&gt;Though I didnt wanna show it, but now you know it okay...&lt;br /&gt;So I'm done trying to lie to myself because thats just not me,&lt;br /&gt;That's just not me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-75256240?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/75256240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/75256240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75256240' title=''/><author><name>DaMseL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00767225525000594721</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-11444695</id><published>2002-04-03T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-03T23:34:11.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is where I say I've had enough &lt;br /&gt;and no one should ever feel the way that I feel now. &lt;br /&gt;A walking open wound, &lt;br /&gt;a trophy display of bruises &lt;br /&gt;and I don't believe that I'm getting any better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring &lt;br /&gt;and I'm thinking awful things &lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure that few would notice. &lt;br /&gt;And this apartment&lt;br /&gt;is starving for an argument. &lt;br /&gt;Anything at all to break the silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering the house &lt;br /&gt;like I've never wanted out &lt;br /&gt;and this is about as social as I get now. &lt;br /&gt;And I'm throwing away the letters that I am writing you&lt;br /&gt;'cause they would never do, &lt;br /&gt;I would never do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't be a liar, &lt;br /&gt;don't say that "everything's working" &lt;br /&gt;when everything's broken. &lt;br /&gt;And you smile like a saint &lt;br /&gt;but you curse like a sailor &lt;br /&gt;and your eyes say the joke's on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-11444695?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/11444695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/11444695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11444695' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-11424956</id><published>2002-04-03T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-03T12:31:55.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the day I changed&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day I looked at things a different way&lt;br /&gt;Today you made me realize that life is a mystery but the past is history&lt;br /&gt;Today I cried and couldnt stop because you taught me something I would have never thought&lt;br /&gt;Today I shed a tear for you&lt;br /&gt;Today I thank you...&lt;br /&gt;-Written by Damselndistrez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-11424956?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/11424956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/11424956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11424956' title=''/><author><name>DaMseL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00767225525000594721</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-10706619</id><published>2002-03-13T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-13T13:52:43.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>                  Feelings for Now.....&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;3*"I need a guy to ride,ride.ride.I need a guy to make mine.I need a guy who's mine,all mine. I need a guy in my life. I need a guy to ride,ride.ride.I need a guy to make mine.Nobody else,he's all mine...I need a guy in my life."~&lt;3*O:-)"I need a girl remix"(I changed it to guy, i dont swing that way)-Usher and P.Diddy&lt;br /&gt;	Not really but that's okay,I just think that song is catchy.Couples make me sick...lol Leigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-10706619?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/10706619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/10706619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_03_10_archive.html#10706619' title=''/><author><name>DaMseL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00767225525000594721</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-10324114</id><published>2002-03-02T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-02T23:36:22.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>random quotes:&lt;br /&gt;"don't hold something in your arms that you could never hold in your heart"&lt;br /&gt;"if you treat a girl like a dog, dont be suprised if she pees on you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-10324114?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/10324114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/10324114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10324114' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-9875591</id><published>2002-02-18T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-18T22:11:06.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanna cry for you &lt;br /&gt;Would it do any good? &lt;br /&gt;If I rained for you &lt;br /&gt;It would just be water &lt;br /&gt;And the night's with you &lt;br /&gt;And the storm's in your hand &lt;br /&gt;And you're down and you're down &lt;br /&gt;And I can't lift you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna run for you &lt;br /&gt;Would it do any good? &lt;br /&gt;If I flew for you &lt;br /&gt;You would still be standing &lt;br /&gt;And it's hard watching &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm part of you &lt;br /&gt;And it's hard not to &lt;br /&gt;Not to know what I can do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When tht night just cuts you through &lt;br /&gt;And the dream is lost to you &lt;br /&gt;When you're worried and confused &lt;br /&gt;I will give you my heart, give you my shoulder &lt;br /&gt;(nova)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-9875591?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9875591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9875591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9875591' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-9875587</id><published>2002-02-18T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-18T22:10:57.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanna cry for you &lt;br /&gt;Would it do any good? &lt;br /&gt;If I rained for you &lt;br /&gt;It would just be water &lt;br /&gt;And the night's with you &lt;br /&gt;And the storm's in your hand &lt;br /&gt;And you're down and you're down &lt;br /&gt;And I can't lift you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna run for you &lt;br /&gt;Would it do any good? &lt;br /&gt;If I flew for you &lt;br /&gt;You would still be standing &lt;br /&gt;And it's hard watching &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm part of you &lt;br /&gt;And it's hard not to &lt;br /&gt;Not to know what I can do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When tht night just cuts you through &lt;br /&gt;And the dream is lost to you &lt;br /&gt;When you're worried and confused &lt;br /&gt;I will give you my heart, give you my shoulder &lt;br /&gt;(nova)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-9875587?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9875587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9875587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9875587' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-9875200</id><published>2002-02-18T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-18T21:56:27.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>your pillow smothered my cry &lt;br /&gt;u were half charmer half snake &lt;br /&gt;i ived in dreamtime &lt;br /&gt;jst to escape you &lt;br /&gt;you drove devotion too far &lt;br /&gt;no one could save you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have visions of you &lt;br /&gt;i still have nights to get through &lt;br /&gt;and when the trust isn't true &lt;br /&gt;i have these visions of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm alive, I survived you &lt;br /&gt;and the bitter taste, the years I wasted &lt;br /&gt;all the hate is gone &lt;br /&gt;cause I'm alive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a memory a thousand years old &lt;br /&gt;and I know secrets I've never been told &lt;br /&gt;and I've got jewels I haven't found &lt;br /&gt;and they'll return me to the ground &lt;br /&gt;and I remember being born just &lt;br /&gt;sound and light and sound and light &lt;br /&gt;and I remember the first time, &lt;br /&gt;skin on skin in the arms of the night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well how many times have we looked &lt;br /&gt;up into the starry skies, and how many times &lt;br /&gt;have we felt the passion rise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every ruby-lipped girl baby &lt;br /&gt;old lady &lt;br /&gt;squaw junkie &lt;br /&gt;girl after girl after girl &lt;br /&gt;every muse &lt;br /&gt;whore &lt;br /&gt;good witch &lt;br /&gt;princess &lt;br /&gt;back arching &lt;br /&gt;year after year after year &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is only half way in our hands &lt;br /&gt;Years have passed while I was making plans &lt;br /&gt;And I could never find the words &lt;br /&gt;I always felt absurd, and on the outside &lt;br /&gt;But now I know I shouldn't care &lt;br /&gt;There's a song already there &lt;br /&gt;Waiting inside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel the clock unwind &lt;br /&gt;The parts of me I tied are running &lt;br /&gt;And all the birds are in my head &lt;br /&gt;The laughter that was dead &lt;br /&gt;is coming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling, what a feeling &lt;br /&gt;The laughter that was dead is coming &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-9875200?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9875200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9875200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9875200' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-9861525</id><published>2002-02-18T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-18T14:33:04.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're the blood of me &lt;br /&gt;You're the truth that hurts &lt;br /&gt;You're the memory &lt;br /&gt;You're the drug that works &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people change &lt;br /&gt;When hearts still beat the same? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-9861525?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9861525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9861525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9861525' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-9742227</id><published>2002-02-14T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-14T18:29:52.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After hours of deep thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I came to the conclusion you're just not &lt;br /&gt;meant to be with me&lt;br /&gt;Everytime there's a mistake&lt;br /&gt;you leave&lt;br /&gt;Suffering under my smile&lt;br /&gt;I'd be better off, alone for awhile&lt;br /&gt;crying to myself&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;You're so different from me&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want to be with you &lt;br /&gt;But you make it so hard&lt;br /&gt;And don't try to hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;And don't try to understand&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell your lies&lt;br /&gt;I know them all&lt;br /&gt;By now&lt;br /&gt;You say you love me&lt;br /&gt;and do you love her less than this?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell by those "I love you" kisses&lt;br /&gt;you give her in front of me&lt;br /&gt;and I don't want this any more than you do&lt;br /&gt;and I don't want you to say &lt;br /&gt;that it's all gonna be OK&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;You're so different from me&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want to be with you &lt;br /&gt;But you make it so hard&lt;br /&gt;And don't try to hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;And don't try to understand&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell your lies&lt;br /&gt;I know them all&lt;br /&gt;By now&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell your lies&lt;br /&gt;We've been over this&lt;br /&gt;A hundred times......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-9742227?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9742227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9742227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9742227' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-9711083</id><published>2002-02-13T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-13T22:15:04.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something strange is happenin' lately&lt;br /&gt;We no longer see eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;Time has changed us, rearranged us&lt;br /&gt;And it leaves me wondering why&lt;br /&gt;Now everything is different&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels quite the same&lt;br /&gt;All the things we liked&lt;br /&gt;About each other have changed&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the person&lt;br /&gt;That I thought I knew?&lt;br /&gt;You go one way and I'll go another&lt;br /&gt;When nothing seems to work&lt;br /&gt;Then why should we bother&lt;br /&gt;We've let these little differences&lt;br /&gt;Tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;They're breaking up our friendship&lt;br /&gt;And they're breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;You need me and I need you&lt;br /&gt;If only together we could see this through&lt;br /&gt;You go left&lt;br /&gt;And I'll go right&lt;br /&gt;Life is just one crazy battle&lt;br /&gt;When we argue, fuss, and fight&lt;br /&gt;You're like day&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like night&lt;br /&gt;But if we could get together&lt;br /&gt;Maybe things could work out right&lt;br /&gt;I can see so much in you&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just see this through&lt;br /&gt;Why must everything&lt;br /&gt;In this life be so complicated&lt;br /&gt;But through all this pain&lt;br /&gt;It's not you I blame&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;You're like day&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like night&lt;br /&gt;But if we could get together&lt;br /&gt;Maybe things could work out right&lt;br /&gt;We'll try to make it right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-9711083?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9711083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9711083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9711083' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-9580471</id><published>2002-02-10T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-10T11:29:19.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I look in the mirror, with you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And I see a reflection&lt;br /&gt;Of a smile that says you believe in love&lt;br /&gt;And just for a moment, I drifted away&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't stay cuz&lt;br /&gt;A hint of love, a bit of fear&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin' to say&lt;br /&gt;If I were you, I wouldn't be here&lt;br /&gt;If I were you I would stay right where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't come near this broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around and leave here&lt;br /&gt;And find someone who won't hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that she still believes in love&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I think my heart has given up&lt;br /&gt;If I were you, I wouldn't be here&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin' to protect you&lt;br /&gt;From the lies that your heart tells&lt;br /&gt;Even though it says that you love me&lt;br /&gt;All I see is pain and misery&lt;br /&gt;Seasons may change&lt;br /&gt;But I can't forget the days of old&lt;br /&gt;My heart ached when you walked away&lt;br /&gt;I said I'd never love again&lt;br /&gt;The days go by&lt;br /&gt;And I feel that you could make me happy&lt;br /&gt;Time goes on&lt;br /&gt;And I feel that love is at my door&lt;br /&gt;And though I tell myself that you're the one&lt;br /&gt;Who said those words before&lt;br /&gt;Thought it hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;I can't trust in love&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;If I were you, I wouldn't be here&lt;br /&gt;If I were you I would stay right where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't come near this broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around and leave here&lt;br /&gt;And find someone who won't hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that she still believes in love&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I think my heart has given up&lt;br /&gt;If I were you, I wouldn't be here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-9580471?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9580471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9580471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9580471' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-9550412</id><published>2002-02-09T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-09T09:11:04.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She rolls the window down&lt;br /&gt;And she talks over the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of the cars that pass us by&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;But she's changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;Would you look at her&lt;br /&gt;She looks at me&lt;br /&gt;She's got me thinking about her constantly&lt;br /&gt;But she don't know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;And as she carries on without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she's figured out&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy for this girl&lt;br /&gt;She was the one to hold me&lt;br /&gt;The night the sky fell down&lt;br /&gt;And what was I thinking when&lt;br /&gt;The world didn't end&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I know what I know now&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;Face to face&lt;br /&gt;All my fears&lt;br /&gt;Pushed aside&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to spend the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;(thanks! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-9550412?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9550412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9550412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_02_03_archive.html#9550412' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-9337611</id><published>2002-02-03T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-03T13:17:03.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You ask me if I love you&lt;br /&gt;And I choke on my reply&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather hurt you honestly&lt;br /&gt;Than mislead you with a lie&lt;br /&gt;And who am I to judge you&lt;br /&gt;On what you say or do?&lt;br /&gt;I'm only just beginning to see the real you&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes when we touch&lt;br /&gt;The honesty's too much&lt;br /&gt;And I have to close my eyes and hide&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you til I die&lt;br /&gt;Til we both break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-9337611?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9337611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9337611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_02_03_archive.html#9337611' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-9336395</id><published>2002-02-03T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-09T09:14:07.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wait&lt;br /&gt;Before you leave I've got something to say&lt;br /&gt;so listen to me&lt;br /&gt;I know you wanted to hate me&lt;br /&gt;When you found out that I lied, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend eternity&lt;br /&gt;But you say you've been decieved&lt;br /&gt;Now you say you wanna leave&lt;br /&gt;But I say:&lt;br /&gt;Hell no, hell no &lt;br /&gt;I won't let you leave me this time&lt;br /&gt;Hell no, hell no&lt;br /&gt;Don't act like you never lied to me &lt;br /&gt;Hell no, hell no&lt;br /&gt;My actions are not just a fight &lt;br /&gt;Remember the many nights I cried&lt;br /&gt;So hell no you can't leave me this time&lt;br /&gt;Now under the circumstances&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember what you did to me (to me)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to go back and forth&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to let you know&lt;br /&gt;I've fogiven you a hundred times&lt;br /&gt;So baby I'm not gonna let you go so&lt;br /&gt;Remember the many nights I cried&lt;br /&gt;Hell no you can't leave&lt;br /&gt;This time &lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me now&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here if you stay (stay right here)&lt;br /&gt;If I forgave you baby when you left&lt;br /&gt;Hell no you can't leave me this time&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me no&lt;br /&gt;Stay right here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-9336395?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9336395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9336395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_02_03_archive.html#9336395' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-9260776</id><published>2002-01-31T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-31T22:06:33.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's times where I want something more&lt;br /&gt;Someone more like me&lt;br /&gt;There's times when this dress rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;Seems incomplete&lt;br /&gt;But, you see the colors in me like no one else&lt;br /&gt;And behind your dark glasses you're... &lt;br /&gt;You're something else&lt;br /&gt;You're really lovely&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all&lt;br /&gt;You want to love me&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all&lt;br /&gt;I'm really lucky&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all&lt;br /&gt;You're really lovely &lt;br /&gt;You know some real bad tricks&lt;br /&gt;And you need some discipline&lt;br /&gt;But, lately you've been trying real hard&lt;br /&gt;And giving me your best&lt;br /&gt;And, you give me the most gorgeous sleep&lt;br /&gt;That I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;And when it's really bad&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's not that bad &lt;br /&gt;So many moons that we have seen&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling back next to me&lt;br /&gt;I've seen right through and underneath&lt;br /&gt;And you make me better&lt;br /&gt;I've seen right through and underneath&lt;br /&gt;And you make me better&lt;br /&gt;Better... better... &lt;br /&gt;You've used up all your coupons&lt;br /&gt;And all you've got left is me&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I'm full of forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-9260776?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9260776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9260776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9260776' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-9260757</id><published>2002-01-31T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-31T22:05:24.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Run&lt;br /&gt;Running all the time&lt;br /&gt;Running to the future&lt;br /&gt;with you right by my side&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;I’m the one you chose&lt;br /&gt;out of all the people&lt;br /&gt;you wanted me the most&lt;br /&gt;I’m so sorry that I’ve fallen&lt;br /&gt;help me up, lets keep on running&lt;br /&gt;don’t let me fall out of love&lt;br /&gt;Running, running&lt;br /&gt;as fast as we can&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you make it&lt;br /&gt;(do you think we'll make it?)&lt;br /&gt;we're running&lt;br /&gt;keep holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;it's so we don't get separated&lt;br /&gt;Be&lt;br /&gt;be the one I need&lt;br /&gt;be the one I trust most&lt;br /&gt;don’t stop inspiring me&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's hard to keep on running&lt;br /&gt;we work so much to keep it going&lt;br /&gt;don’t make me want to give up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-9260757?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9260757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9260757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9260757' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-9260731</id><published>2002-01-31T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-08T13:34:22.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had you, I had everything I ever needed&lt;br /&gt;From that first look I knew&lt;br /&gt;I found heaven in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;But who was to know, the way it would go&lt;br /&gt;I have no regrets&lt;br /&gt;Glad I let you in&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't have missed one single moment&lt;br /&gt;I would do it all over again&lt;br /&gt;I held you, I held everything I ever dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;With that first kiss from you&lt;br /&gt;All this world seemed all so right&lt;br /&gt;But who was to see the way it would be&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;All the heaven we shared&lt;br /&gt;And I'll thank God for every moment&lt;br /&gt;Every moment that I had you there&lt;br /&gt;Some people search their whole lives&lt;br /&gt;Never find what I found in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Glad I got to get the chance to&lt;br /&gt;Have you in my life&lt;br /&gt;I won't be sad when I look back&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was loved&lt;br /&gt;I was touched&lt;br /&gt;And I learned what love is, and I learned what love is&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed&lt;br /&gt;So blessed&lt;br /&gt;Cause i learned what love is, I learned what love is&lt;br /&gt;From loving you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-9260731?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9260731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9260731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9260731' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-9260671</id><published>2002-01-31T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-31T22:01:39.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to hold you&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to make it go away&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to know you&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make your everything, all right....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-9260671?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9260671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9260671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9260671' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-9081128</id><published>2002-01-26T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-26T19:24:31.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hold me back for I'm drifting far away,Hold me because I'm scared of letting go.Hold me, because you convinced me that you'd go with me far away.Hold me and promise that you'll be with me for longer than today. Hold me because I want to be held by you,and the feeling will be given to you too. Love me, as if our love shall never drift away. Love me,as if you'd loved me before today.Love me, like I love you...and I want you to love me too.&lt;br /&gt;-Hey I just wrote that, it sucks eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-9081128?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9081128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/9081128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#9081128' title=''/><author><name>DaMseL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00767225525000594721</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-8875691</id><published>2002-01-20T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T12:11:14.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to be like you&lt;br /&gt;I wanted everything&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to be like you&lt;br /&gt;And I got swept away&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that&lt;br /&gt;It was so cold&lt;br /&gt;And you needed someone&lt;br /&gt;To show you the way&lt;br /&gt;So I took your hand&lt;br /&gt;And we figured out&lt;br /&gt;That when the tide comes&lt;br /&gt;I'd take you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to&lt;br /&gt;I can save you&lt;br /&gt;I can take you away&lt;br /&gt;From here&lt;br /&gt;So lonely inside&lt;br /&gt;So busy out there&lt;br /&gt;And all you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Was somebody who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking slowly&lt;br /&gt;So hurry hold me&lt;br /&gt;Your hand is all I have&lt;br /&gt;To keep me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;Please can you tell me&lt;br /&gt;So I can finally see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK ABOVE TO VISIT OUR SPONSORS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you go&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to&lt;br /&gt;I can save you&lt;br /&gt;I can take you away&lt;br /&gt;From here&lt;br /&gt;So lonely inside&lt;br /&gt;So busy out there&lt;br /&gt;And all you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Was somebody who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you wanted was&lt;br /&gt;Somebody who cares&lt;br /&gt;If you need me&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to&lt;br /&gt;I can save you&lt;br /&gt;I can take you away&lt;br /&gt;From here&lt;br /&gt;So lonely inside&lt;br /&gt;So busy out there&lt;br /&gt;And all you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Was somebody who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please can you tell me&lt;br /&gt;So I can finally see&lt;br /&gt;Where you go&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;-By Michelle Branch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-8875691?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/8875691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/8875691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8875691' title=''/><author><name>DaMseL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00767225525000594721</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-8873472</id><published>2002-01-20T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T10:38:35.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//desparate for changing&lt;br /&gt;starving for truth&lt;br /&gt;closer to where i started&lt;br /&gt;chasing after you&lt;br /&gt;im falling even more in love with you&lt;br /&gt;letting go of all i've held on to&lt;br /&gt;im standing here until you make me move&lt;br /&gt;im hanging by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;//forgetting all im lacking&lt;br /&gt;completely incomplete&lt;br /&gt;ill take your invitation&lt;br /&gt;you take all of me&lt;br /&gt;now im falling even more in love with you&lt;br /&gt;letting go of all i've held on to&lt;br /&gt;i'm standing here until you make me move&lt;br /&gt;im hanging by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;im living for the only thing i know&lt;br /&gt;im running and ive got no place to go&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know what im diving into&lt;br /&gt;just hanging by a moment here with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-8873472?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/8873472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/8873472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8873472' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-8873429</id><published>2002-01-20T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T10:37:13.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I try but I can't seem to get myself &lt;br /&gt;To think of anything but you &lt;br /&gt;Your breath on my face &lt;br /&gt;Your warm gentle kiss &lt;br /&gt;I taste the truth &lt;br /&gt;We know what I came here for &lt;br /&gt;So I won`t ask for more&lt;br /&gt;//I wanna be with you &lt;br /&gt;If only for a night &lt;br /&gt;To be the one whose in your arms &lt;br /&gt;Who holds you tight &lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more to say &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else &lt;br /&gt;I want more than to feel this way &lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you//&lt;br /&gt;So I`ll hold you tonight &lt;br /&gt;Like I would if you were mine &lt;br /&gt;To hold forever more &lt;br /&gt;And I`ll saver each touch that I wanted &lt;br /&gt;So much to feel before  &lt;br /&gt;How beautiful it is &lt;br /&gt;Just to be like this &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-8873429?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/8873429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/8873429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8873429' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-8617240</id><published>2002-01-11T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-11T19:50:49.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  *~Will you be there~*&lt;br /&gt;Today.. the pain from you is slowly drifting away&lt;br /&gt;Then I think about when I cried because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on yesterday I was scared to know you,&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I understand why I've told you?&lt;br /&gt;See truely I feel that you're not being real, towards the feelings I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;If ever I shall fall, will you be there&lt;br /&gt;When ever my heart begins to call your name, will you be there&lt;br /&gt;I need you to push my pain awayyy,away just for one more dayy&lt;br /&gt;But...will you be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;Will you be here for me,with your heart before me,push my pain away&lt;br /&gt;For one more dayy,could you stay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my heart to stay with you,&lt;br /&gt;But you dont realize the times that I cry over you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;If ever I shall fall, will you be there&lt;br /&gt;When ever my heart begins to call your name, I would need you&lt;br /&gt;I need you to push my pain awayyy,away just for one more dayy&lt;br /&gt;But...will you be there?&lt;br /&gt;(fade)&lt;br /&gt;oooh oooh, will you be there&lt;br /&gt;ooh ooh will you be there&lt;br /&gt;oohh ooh, please be there&lt;br /&gt;By-Me(Laneka, and nobody else) yeah it sucks!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-8617240?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/8617240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/8617240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8617240' title=''/><author><name>DaMseL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00767225525000594721</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-8365580</id><published>2002-01-02T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-02T21:43:07.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I heard your song&lt;br /&gt;call me near&lt;br /&gt;I closed my ears&lt;br /&gt;not to hear&lt;br /&gt;I tasted your mouth &lt;br /&gt;sweetest of all&lt;br /&gt;I hardened my heart&lt;br /&gt;not to fall&lt;br /&gt;I shut my eyes &lt;br /&gt;my ears I covered&lt;br /&gt;I hardened my heart&lt;br /&gt;desire I smothered&lt;br /&gt;I turned my back &lt;br /&gt;on your embrace &lt;br /&gt;to the course I've set &lt;br /&gt;I turned my face,&lt;br /&gt;I turned my face&lt;br /&gt;to the course I'v set&lt;br /&gt;to what I'll do &lt;br /&gt;though it mean death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-8365580?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/8365580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/8365580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2001_12_30_archive.html#8365580' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-8094924</id><published>2001-12-20T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-20T23:55:19.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Five Great Lessons&lt;br /&gt;1 - Most Important Lesson&lt;br /&gt;During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?" Surely, this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. "Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say 'hello.'" "I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;2 - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain&lt;br /&gt;One night, at 11:30 PM, an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance, and put her into a taxicab. She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached. It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others." Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Third Important Lesson -Always remember those who serve. In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it. "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now, more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied. The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table, and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.&lt;br /&gt;4 - Fourth Important Lesson - The Obstacle in Our Path&lt;br /&gt;In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the king for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way. Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the king indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand. Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.&lt;br /&gt;5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving when it counts&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes, I'll do it if it will save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away?" Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her. You see, after all, understanding and attitude are everything. &lt;br /&gt;Now you have 2 choices....&lt;br /&gt;1. Disregard this, or&lt;br /&gt;2. Show it to people you care about. &lt;br /&gt;(I hope that you will choose #2 and remember... "Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never&lt;br /&gt;been hurt, and dance like you do when nobody's watching.")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-8094924?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/8094924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/8094924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8094924' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-7786581</id><published>2001-12-09T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-09T15:38:42.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changes all around. Wanting to be found. Lost within, you'll never see me change again. All the same,all the same. How the times before are hard to remember, lost within the soul. Slammed in the face, time cant erase the hurt done such a discrace.Longing to be the same,the same again. Wouldnt understand the feelings beyond the soul.Demonds eating beyond the control. Changing rapidly cant hold on.Devastation...soon diasappear and be gone. &lt;br /&gt;-Another piece written by the one and only Dam(haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-7786581?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/7786581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/7786581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2001_12_09_archive.html#7786581' title=''/><author><name>DaMseL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00767225525000594721</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-7561497</id><published>2001-12-01T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-01T11:47:02.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Girl Jesus you're so thin &lt;br /&gt;sleep on my cross for your sins &lt;br /&gt;when you ever gonna let me in? &lt;br /&gt;i guess this has to be a kind of redemption &lt;br /&gt;Girl vampire you're so red &lt;br /&gt;sleep in a box like you were dead &lt;br /&gt;just another demon in my head &lt;br /&gt;i wish you'd bite me and then we'd go to bed &lt;br /&gt;Girl angel you blind my eyes &lt;br /&gt;i sleep on the cloud of your thighs &lt;br /&gt;when you touch me you make me rise &lt;br /&gt;are you wearing just another disguise &lt;br /&gt;Girl satan you love me most &lt;br /&gt;i am your father son and holy ghost &lt;br /&gt;will you betray me if you can't get close &lt;br /&gt;or within the circle of your flame i will roast &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-7561497?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/7561497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/7561497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7561497' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-7553234</id><published>2001-12-01T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-01T01:08:37.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THiS PoeM iS By MaTT:&lt;br /&gt;... Flower ...&lt;br /&gt;I saw a flower today&lt;br /&gt;To see it again&lt;br /&gt;I gladly would pay&lt;br /&gt;I live in a world made of metal and lies&lt;br /&gt;To see this flower brought hope to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I watched it slowly push through the steel&lt;br /&gt;Far passed the iron its pedals did peel&lt;br /&gt;It reveled to me&lt;br /&gt;Something no one else saw&lt;br /&gt;The ice in my heart&lt;br /&gt;It began to thaw&lt;br /&gt;Tears of joy ran down my cold face&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but surely&lt;br /&gt;My heart began to race&lt;br /&gt;I quickly took flight to the neighbors&lt;br /&gt;I had the greatest of news&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know what greatness I'd lose&lt;br /&gt;For when I turned round&lt;br /&gt;That flower hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;It screamed and it cried&lt;br /&gt;But sure enough it died&lt;br /&gt;It soaked back into the ground&lt;br /&gt;Then hatred my heart found&lt;br /&gt;I loathed my neighbors&lt;br /&gt;And the fact I wanted to share&lt;br /&gt;I should have not gone&lt;br /&gt;My gift was too rare&lt;br /&gt;Now I sit alone in my house down the street&lt;br /&gt;When I think of the neighbors &lt;br /&gt;My chest I do beat&lt;br /&gt;Horrible insects live now in my heart&lt;br /&gt;When I dream now of flowers &lt;br /&gt;I dream of tearing them apart&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my fortune&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my life&lt;br /&gt;Each day I now live&lt;br /&gt;I live to end life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-7553234?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/7553234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/7553234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7553234' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-7371565</id><published>2001-11-24T13:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-24T13:27:30.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"If love was a bird&lt;br /&gt;Then we wouldn't have wings&lt;br /&gt;If love was a sky&lt;br /&gt;We'd be blue&lt;br /&gt;If love was a choir&lt;br /&gt;You and I could never sing&lt;br /&gt;Cause love isn't for me and you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-7371565?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/7371565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/7371565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7371565' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-7371561</id><published>2001-11-24T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-24T13:27:10.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"boy I know we had some good times&lt;br /&gt;it's sad but now we gotta say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;boy you know I love you, I can't deny&lt;br /&gt;I can't say we didn't try to make it work for you and I&lt;br /&gt;I know it hurts so much but it's best for us&lt;br /&gt;somewhere along this windy road we lost the trust&lt;br /&gt;so I'll walk away so you don't have to see me cry&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me so, why don't you go&lt;br /&gt;So why don't you go your way&lt;br /&gt;And I'll go mine&lt;br /&gt;Live your life, and I'll live mine&lt;br /&gt;Baby you'll do well, and I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're better off, separated"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-7371561?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/7371561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/7371561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7371561' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-7358543</id><published>2001-11-23T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-23T20:26:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We both see that I'm different.I know it's true.One thing you dont know is what you do.You hurt me with your sayings.You think you're better than me.You brag about how great you are.We're completely different,yes I see.&lt;br /&gt;See truely you are the poser,I'm just someone brand new.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna be like someone else,not who you truly are,we all do.&lt;br /&gt;Yet did it ever occur to you that sometimes I wanna be like you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-7358543?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/7358543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/7358543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7358543' title=''/><author><name>DaMseL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00767225525000594721</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-7335835</id><published>2001-11-22T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-22T20:10:31.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He was there from before, till now,and if he could he'd be there with me till the end of time.I've acted selfish because his love for me was taken and given to her right before my eyes.I admit at times he hurt me alot and it cant add up to how much she's hurt him.I know how he feels, he just wants to be loved by someone, we all wanna have that.It's unbearable how much people take just to be loved,he knows I'll always love him.Something isnt right though.Why is she here?Why is she hurting him?Why wont she go away?I only wanna have whats best for him.I have his love, but he doesnt have hers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-7335835?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/7335835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/7335835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7335835' title=''/><author><name>DaMseL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00767225525000594721</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-7311702</id><published>2001-11-21T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-21T20:25:10.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>QuoTeS:&lt;br /&gt;"THe CRueLeST THiNG a GuY CaN Do To a GiRL iS To LeT HeR FaLL iN LoVe WiTHouT eVeR iNTeNDiNG To CaTCH HeR"&lt;br /&gt;"iT'S TRue THaT We DoN'T KNoW WHaT We'Ve GoT uNTiL iT'S GoNe; BuT iT'S aLSo TRue THaT We DoN'T KNoW WHaT We'Re MiSSiNG uNTiL iT aRRiVeS"&lt;br /&gt;"WHeN You Go SeaRCHiNG FoR THe RiGHT PeRSoN, You aLWaYS eND uP WiTH THe WRoNG oNe... BuT iF You SiT By THe CoRNeR aND WaiT... He'LL CoMe aND SHaRe THe CoRNeR WiTH You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/rnb/cbcgirl/FF8.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-7311702?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/7311702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/7311702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7311702' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-7309527</id><published>2001-11-21T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-21T20:40:38.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love you... &lt;br /&gt;Afrikaans - Ek het jou lief&lt;br /&gt;Albanian - Te dua&lt;br /&gt;Arabic - Ana behibak (to male)&lt;br /&gt;Arabic - Ana behibek (to female)&lt;br /&gt;Armenian - Yes kez sirumen&lt;br /&gt;Bambara - M'bi fe&lt;br /&gt;Belarusian - Ya tabe kahayu&lt;br /&gt;Bengali - Ami tomake bhalo bashi&lt;br /&gt;Bisaya - Nahigugma ako kanimo&lt;br /&gt;Bulgarian - Obicham te&lt;br /&gt;Cambodian - Soro lahn nhee ah&lt;br /&gt;Cantonese Chinese - Ngo oiy ney a&lt;br /&gt;Catalan - T'estimo&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne - Ne mohotatse&lt;br /&gt;Chichewa - Ndimakukonda&lt;br /&gt;Corsican - Ti tengu caru (to male)&lt;br /&gt;Creol - Mi aime jou&lt;br /&gt;Croatian - Volim te&lt;br /&gt;Czech - Miluji te&lt;br /&gt;Danish - Jeg Elsker Dig&lt;br /&gt;Dutch - Ik hou van jou&lt;br /&gt;Esperanto - Mi amas vin&lt;br /&gt;Estonian - Ma armastan sind&lt;br /&gt;Ethiopian - Afgreki'&lt;br /&gt;Faroese - Eg elski teg&lt;br /&gt;Farsi - Doset daram&lt;br /&gt;Filipino - Mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;Finnish - Minä rakastan sinua&lt;br /&gt;French - Je t'aime, Je t'adore&lt;br /&gt;Gaelic - Ta gra agam ort&lt;br /&gt;Georgian - Mikvarhar&lt;br /&gt;German - Ich liebe dich&lt;br /&gt;Greek - S'agapo&lt;br /&gt;Gujarati - Hoo thunay prem karoo choo&lt;br /&gt;Hiligaynon - Palangga ko ikaw&lt;br /&gt;Hawaiian - Aloha wau ia oi&lt;br /&gt;Hebrew - Ani ohev otah (to female)&lt;br /&gt;Hebrew - Ani ohev et otha (to male)&lt;br /&gt;Hiligaynon - Guina higugma ko ikaw&lt;br /&gt;Hindi - Hum Tumhe Pyar Karte hae&lt;br /&gt;Hmong - Kuv hlub koj&lt;br /&gt;Hopi - Nu' umi unangwa'ta&lt;br /&gt;Hungarian - Szeretlek&lt;br /&gt;Icelandic - Eg elska tig&lt;br /&gt;Ilonggo - Palangga ko ikaw&lt;br /&gt;Indonesian - Saya cinta padamu&lt;br /&gt;Inuit - Negligevapse&lt;br /&gt;Irish - Taim i' ngra leat&lt;br /&gt;Italian - Ti amo&lt;br /&gt;Japanese - Aishiteru&lt;br /&gt;Kannada - Naanu ninna preetisuttene&lt;br /&gt;Kapampangan - Kaluguran daka&lt;br /&gt;Kiswahili - Nakupenda&lt;br /&gt;Korean - Sarang Heyo&lt;br /&gt;Latin - Te amo&lt;br /&gt;Latvian - Es tevi miilu&lt;br /&gt;Lebanese - Bahibak&lt;br /&gt;Lithuanian - Tave myliu&lt;br /&gt;Malay - Saya cintakan mu / Aku cinta padamu&lt;br /&gt;Malayalam - Njan Ninne Premikunnu&lt;br /&gt;Mandarin Chinese - Wo ai ni&lt;br /&gt;Mohawk - Kanbhik&lt;br /&gt;Moroccan - Ana moajaba bik&lt;br /&gt;Nahuatl - Ni mits neki&lt;br /&gt;Navaho - Ayor anosh'ni&lt;br /&gt;Norwegian - Jeg Elsker Deg&lt;br /&gt;Pangasinan - Inaru Taka&lt;br /&gt;Papiamento - Mi ta stimabo&lt;br /&gt;Persian - Doo-set daaram&lt;br /&gt;Pig Latin - Iay ovlay ouyay&lt;br /&gt;Polish - Kocham Ciebie&lt;br /&gt;Portuguese - Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Romanian - Te ubesk&lt;br /&gt;Russian - Ya tebya liubliu&lt;br /&gt;Scot Gaelic - Tha gradh agam ort&lt;br /&gt;Serbian - Volim te&lt;br /&gt;Setswana - Ke a go rata&lt;br /&gt;Sign Language - ,/,,/ (represents position of fingers when signing 'I Love You')&lt;br /&gt;Sindhi - Maa tokhe pyar kendo ahyan&lt;br /&gt;Sioux - Techihhila&lt;br /&gt;Slovak - Lu`bim ta&lt;br /&gt;Slovenian - Ljubim te&lt;br /&gt;Spanish - Te quiero / Te amo&lt;br /&gt;Swahili - Ninapenda wewe&lt;br /&gt;Swedish - Jag älskar dig&lt;br /&gt;Swiss-German - Ich lieb Di&lt;br /&gt;Tagalog - Mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;Taiwanese - Wa ga ei li&lt;br /&gt;Tahitian - Ua Here Vau Ia Oe&lt;br /&gt;Tamil - Nan unnai kathalikaraen&lt;br /&gt;Telugu - Nenu ninnu premistunnanu&lt;br /&gt;Thai - Chan rak khun (to male)&lt;br /&gt;Thai - Phom rak khun (to female)&lt;br /&gt;Turkish - Seni Seviyorum&lt;br /&gt;Ukrainian - Ya tebe kahayu &lt;br /&gt;Urdu - mai aap say pyaar karta hoo&lt;br /&gt;Vietnamese - Anh yeˆu em (to female)&lt;br /&gt;Vietnamese - Em yeˆu anh (to male)&lt;br /&gt;Welsh - 'Rwy'n dy garu di&lt;br /&gt;Yiddish - Ikh hob dikh lib&lt;br /&gt;Yoruba - Mo ni fe e&lt;br /&gt;Zulu - Ndiyathanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-7309527?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/7309527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/7309527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7309527' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214454.post-7259314</id><published>2001-11-19T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-19T22:46:32.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>by alex&lt;br /&gt;take my hand &lt;br /&gt;and say you'll dance&lt;br /&gt;say you'll dance with me &lt;br /&gt;and just let go&lt;br /&gt;don't look&lt;br /&gt;don't speak&lt;br /&gt;just feel&lt;br /&gt;and move&lt;br /&gt;move with me&lt;br /&gt;feel as i do&lt;br /&gt;let go &lt;br /&gt;our movements-&lt;br /&gt;love in motion to the sound of the beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214454-7259314?l=prayerless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/7259314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214454/posts/default/7259314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayerless.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7259314' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</uri><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></entry></feed>
