<?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-4781088548618649810</id><updated>2011-07-31T05:34:14.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics to Life</title><subtitle type='html'>my life according to the lyrics</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-2185336340699311796</id><published>2011-06-03T03:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T03:40:11.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowgirls Don't Cry</title><content type='html'>Her Daddy gave her her first pony&lt;br /&gt;Then taught her to ride&lt;br /&gt;She climbed high in that saddle&lt;br /&gt;Fell I don't know how many times&lt;br /&gt;He taught her a lesson that she learned&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a little too well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowgirls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Ride, baby, ride&lt;br /&gt;Lessons of life are going to show you in time&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough your gonna know why&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt every now and then&lt;br /&gt;If you fall get back on again&lt;br /&gt;Cowgirls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grew up&lt;br /&gt;She got married&lt;br /&gt;It never was quite right&lt;br /&gt;She wanted a house, a home and babies&lt;br /&gt;He started coming home late at night&lt;br /&gt;She didn't let him see it break her heart&lt;br /&gt;She didn't let him see her fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Cowgirls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Ride, baby, ride&lt;br /&gt;Lessons of life are going to show you in time&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough your gonna know why&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt every now and then&lt;br /&gt;If you fall get back on again&lt;br /&gt;Cowgirls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone rang early one mornin'&lt;br /&gt;Her momma's voice, she'd been crying&lt;br /&gt;Said it's your daddy, you need to come home&lt;br /&gt;This is it, I think he's dyin'&lt;br /&gt;She laid the phone down by his head&lt;br /&gt;Last words that he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowgirl don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Ride, baby, ride&lt;br /&gt;Lessons of life show us all in time&lt;br /&gt;Too soon God lets you know why&lt;br /&gt;If you fall get right back on&lt;br /&gt;The Good Lord calls everybody home&lt;br /&gt;Cowgirl don't cry&lt;div&gt;-Brooks and Dunn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pepper was my first pony, Daddy gave him to me when I was 6. I remember falling, and Dad saying I had to get back on again, and Cowgirls don't cry, no matter how bad it gets. Cowgirls don't cry. I suppose that's how I learned to be tough. Sometimes, it's a blessing others a curse. So lets go back to the basics. If you fall get back up, and don't cry, because, Cowgirls don't cry. Cowgirl up. It's time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-2185336340699311796?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2185336340699311796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=2185336340699311796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/2185336340699311796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/2185336340699311796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2011/06/cowgirls-dont-cry.html' title='Cowgirls Don&apos;t Cry'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-3017460583245946477</id><published>2011-05-19T23:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T23:53:24.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>address in the stars</title><content type='html'>i stumbled across your old picture today, i could barely breathe. the moment stopped me cold, grabbed me like a theif. what do i do with all i need to say, it breaks my heart, i cry these tears in the dark, i write these letters to you but they get lost in the blue because there is no address in the stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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stars'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-4022971523158333502</id><published>2011-05-19T01:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T01:15:29.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it only hurts</title><content type='html'>it only hurts when i'm breathing, my heart only breaks when it's beating, my dreams only die when i'm dreaming, so i hold my breath to forget&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-4022971523158333502?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-590268288056892224</id><published>2011-05-17T00:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T00:08:13.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i hope i can get my answers soon</title><content type='html'>You by the light is the greatest find. In a world full of wrong, you're the only thing that's right. Finally made it through the lonely to the other side. You said it again, my heart is in motion. Every word feels like a shooting star. I'm at the edge of my emotions. I'm in love and I'm terrified. For the first time and the last time in my only life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart feels like a circus, it's too much to take in. It's hard to lose love, but you were my best friend. If I seem distant, baby, I am. Words are like scissors in your hands. There's no script to follow. So I just close my eyes. That way it won't hurt as much when you say goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-590268288056892224?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/590268288056892224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=590268288056892224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/590268288056892224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/590268288056892224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-hope-i-can-get-my-answers-soon.html' title='i hope i can get my answers soon'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-7922809853672213468</id><published>2011-05-05T01:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T01:53:37.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not ready to make nice....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Forgive, sounds good&lt;br /&gt;Forget, I'm not sure I could&lt;br /&gt;They say time heals everything&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm through with doubt&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left for me to figure out&lt;br /&gt;I've paid a price&lt;br /&gt;And I'll keep paying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to make nice&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to back down&lt;br /&gt;I'm still mad as hell and&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time to go round and round and round&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn't if I could&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm mad as hell&lt;br /&gt;Can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you said&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just get over it&lt;br /&gt;It turned my whole world around&lt;br /&gt;And I kind of like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my bed and I sleep like a baby&lt;br /&gt;With no regrets and I don't mind sayin'&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad sad story when a mother will teach her&lt;br /&gt;Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger&lt;br /&gt;And how in the world can the words that I said&lt;br /&gt;Send somebody so over the edge&lt;br /&gt;That they'd write me a letter&lt;br /&gt;Sayin' that I better shut up and sing&lt;br /&gt;Or my life will be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to make nice&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to back down&lt;br /&gt;I'm still mad as hell and&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time to go round and round and round&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn't if I could&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm mad as hell&lt;br /&gt;Can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to make nice&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to back down&lt;br /&gt;I'm still mad as hell and&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time to go round and round and round&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn't if I could&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm mad as hell&lt;br /&gt;Can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive, sounds good&lt;br /&gt;Forget, I'm not sure I could&lt;br /&gt;They say time heals everything&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;-dixie chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't go back, the line that was crossed is too deep, and I can't forget. Somethings you shouldn't have to sacrifice. I gave more than I could handle. I'm done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-7922809853672213468?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7922809853672213468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=7922809853672213468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7922809853672213468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7922809853672213468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-not-ready-to-make-nice.html' title='i&apos;m not ready to make nice....'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-3839019604117548302</id><published>2011-05-03T02:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T02:50:23.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "&gt;I'm still trying to figure out how to tell you I was wrong. I can't fill the emptiness inside since you've been gone. So is it you or is it me? I know I said things that I didn't mean, but you should've known me by now. You should've known me. If you believed when I said I'd be better off without you, then you never really knew me at all. If you believed when I said that I wouldn't be thinking about you, you thought you knew the truth but you're wrong. You're all that I need, just tell me that you still believe. I can't undo the things that led us to this place, but I know there's something more to us than our mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Skillet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-3839019604117548302?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3839019604117548302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=3839019604117548302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/3839019604117548302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/3839019604117548302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2011/05/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-27395812892580022</id><published>2011-05-03T02:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T02:24:04.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be a uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;- Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-27395812892580022?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/27395812892580022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=27395812892580022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/27395812892580022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/27395812892580022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2011/05/climb.html' title='The Climb'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-5486631587182596603</id><published>2011-04-28T04:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T04:16:58.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;There are times in life when you gotta crawl,&lt;br /&gt;Lose your grip, trip and fall&lt;br /&gt;When you can't lean on no one else,&lt;br /&gt;That's when you find yourself&lt;br /&gt;I've been around and I've noticed that&lt;br /&gt;Walk-in's easy when the road is flat&lt;br /&gt;Them danged 'ole hills will get you every time.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the good Lord gave us mountains so we could learn how to climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;- Mountians, Lonestar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Well, I'm trying, but it's a long road, and it's a big climb... How much more can I take? Help?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-5486631587182596603?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5486631587182596603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=5486631587182596603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/5486631587182596603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/5486631587182596603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2011/04/mountains.html' title='Mountains'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-3031767964764087494</id><published>2010-04-29T23:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T23:43:16.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as you know it</title><content type='html'>I bet you've had a hard time walking into a room full of people on your  own, right? Yeah. I know that. I know what it is not to feel like your  in the room until he looks at you or touches your hand or even makes a  joke at your expense, just to let everyone know... you're with him.  You're his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-patricia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-ps i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I still wake up and the first thing I want to do is to see  your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- gerry -ps i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-3031767964764087494?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3031767964764087494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-5438206016962626914</id><published>2010-04-27T22:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:46:05.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't call.... i don't have a way... i can't reach you.... it just gets  tougher everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drive and I think about my life&lt;br /&gt;And wonder why that I slowly die inside&lt;br /&gt;Every time I turn that truck around&lt;br /&gt;Right at the Georgia line&lt;br /&gt;And I count the days&lt;br /&gt;And the miles back home to you&lt;br /&gt;On that Highway 20 ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-hwy 20 ride&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;zac brown band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-5438206016962626914?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5438206016962626914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=5438206016962626914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/5438206016962626914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/5438206016962626914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-cant-call.html' title=''/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-8893623690239327664</id><published>2010-04-06T13:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T13:28:06.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i still miss you. the pain never goes away. somehow the choice i made, seems like it only made things hurt worse. i love you, and i always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor- -i can't fight it anymore- -sometimes love needs a fighting chance so i'll wait my turn until it's our turn to dance-&lt;br /&gt;-i wrote a couple notes one in love one in anger- yes they are still there in the drawer. i wish you could see them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-8893623690239327664?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8893623690239327664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=8893623690239327664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/8893623690239327664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/8893623690239327664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-still-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-2320256613698590583</id><published>2010-03-21T23:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:25:17.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody Knows</title><content type='html'>A million words couldn't say just how I feel&lt;br /&gt;A million years from  now, you know, I'll be loving you still&lt;br /&gt;The nights are lonely, the  days are so sad&lt;br /&gt;And I'm missing you and nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes love needs a fighting chance... so i'll wait my turn until it's our turn to dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-2320256613698590583?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2320256613698590583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=2320256613698590583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/2320256613698590583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/2320256613698590583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2010/03/nobody-knows.html' title='Nobody Knows'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-476837655159141016</id><published>2010-03-21T23:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:22:06.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish</title><content type='html'>I wish you strength&lt;br /&gt;When times are hard&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish with all my heart you find what&lt;br /&gt;you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;I wish you joy&lt;br /&gt;I wish you peace&lt;br /&gt;And that every star you see's within your reach&lt;br /&gt;I wish that things were different you know that&lt;br /&gt;But still I'm happy for the time we had&lt;br /&gt;You mean the world to me&lt;br /&gt;please believe...&lt;br /&gt;I wish you strength, when times are hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-476837655159141016?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/476837655159141016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=476837655159141016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/476837655159141016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/476837655159141016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish.html' title='I Wish'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-8423382972258531239</id><published>2010-03-07T21:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:59:12.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll wait my turn</title><content type='html'>I still imagine your touch&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful missing something that much&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes love needs a fighting chance&lt;br /&gt;So I'll wait my turn until it's our turn to dance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-8423382972258531239?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8423382972258531239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=8423382972258531239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/8423382972258531239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/8423382972258531239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2010/03/ill-wait-my-turn.html' title='i&apos;ll wait my turn'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-1321255119311594966</id><published>2009-12-08T03:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T03:18:51.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss my friend</title><content type='html'>I miss the look of surrender in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The way your soft brown hair would fall&lt;br /&gt;I miss the power of your kiss when we made love&lt;br /&gt;But baby most of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friend&lt;br /&gt;The one my heart and soul confided in&lt;br /&gt;The one I felt the safest with&lt;br /&gt;The one who knew just what to say to make me laugh again&lt;br /&gt;And let the light back in&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the colors that you brought into my life&lt;br /&gt;Your golden smile, those blue-green eyes&lt;br /&gt;I miss your gentle voice in lonely times like now&lt;br /&gt;Saying it'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friend&lt;br /&gt;The one my heart and soul confided in&lt;br /&gt;The one I felt the safest with&lt;br /&gt;The one who knew just what to say to make me laugh again&lt;br /&gt;And let the light back in&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times&lt;br /&gt;I miss those nights&lt;br /&gt;I even miss the silly fights&lt;br /&gt;The making up&lt;br /&gt;The morning talks&lt;br /&gt;And those late afternoon walks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friend&lt;br /&gt;The one my heart and soul confided in&lt;br /&gt;The one I felt the safest with&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-1321255119311594966?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1321255119311594966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=1321255119311594966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/1321255119311594966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/1321255119311594966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-my-friend.html' title='i miss my friend'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-3994121965451296880</id><published>2009-12-08T01:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T01:38:23.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wish you were here</title><content type='html'>They kissed goodbye at the terminal gate&lt;br /&gt;She said, "You're gonna be late if you don't go"&lt;br /&gt;He held her tight, said, "I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;I'll call you tonight to let you know"&lt;br /&gt;He bought a postcard, on the front it just said Heaven&lt;br /&gt;With a picture of the ocean and the beach&lt;br /&gt;And the simple words he wrote her&lt;br /&gt;Said he loved her and they told her&lt;br /&gt;How he'd hold her if his arms would reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here, wish you could see this place&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were near, I wish I could touch your face&lt;br /&gt;The weather's nice, it's paradise&lt;br /&gt;It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know&lt;br /&gt;They say, "Hello, I miss you so, wish you were here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got a call that night but it wasn't from him&lt;br /&gt;It didn't sink in right away, ma'am the plane went down&lt;br /&gt;Our crews have searched the ground&lt;br /&gt;No survivors found she heard him say&lt;br /&gt;But somehow she got a postcard in the mail&lt;br /&gt;That just said Heaven with a picture of the ocean and the beach&lt;br /&gt;And the simple words he wrote her&lt;br /&gt;Said he loves and they told her&lt;br /&gt;How he'd hold her if his arms would reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here, wish you could see this place&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were near, I wish I could touch your face&lt;br /&gt;The weather's nice, it's paradise&lt;br /&gt;It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know&lt;br /&gt;They say, "Hello, I miss you so, wish you were here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's nice, in paradise&lt;br /&gt;It's summertime all year and all the folks we know&lt;br /&gt;They say, "Hello, I miss you so, wish you were here"&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish your arms would reach. I wish I could touch your face. I wish you were here. I wish I could pick up the phone and call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-3994121965451296880?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3994121965451296880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=3994121965451296880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/3994121965451296880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/3994121965451296880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/12/wish-you-were-here.html' title='wish you were here'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-8754754910586215985</id><published>2009-12-07T23:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:02:23.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;I feel like the flowers in this vase.&lt;br /&gt;He just brought’em home one day.&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t they beautiful he said.&lt;br /&gt;They been here in the kitchen,&lt;br /&gt;And the waters turnin’ gray.&lt;br /&gt;They’re sittin’ in the vase but now they’re dead&lt;br /&gt;Dead flowers.&lt;br /&gt;He ain’t feeling anything,&lt;br /&gt;My love, my hurt, or the sting of this rain.&lt;br /&gt;I’m living in a hurricane,&lt;br /&gt;All he can say is man ain’t it such a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;Just like dead flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-8754754910586215985?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8754754910586215985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=8754754910586215985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/8754754910586215985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/8754754910586215985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/12/dead-flowers.html' title='Dead Flowers'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-6376183430582067728</id><published>2009-12-06T23:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:08:55.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ps</title><content type='html'>je t'aime aussi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this is austin i still love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the simple words he wrote her said he loved her and they told her how he'd hold her if his arms would reach."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish you were here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-6376183430582067728?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6376183430582067728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=6376183430582067728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/6376183430582067728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/6376183430582067728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/12/ps.html' title='ps'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-7906425328450462134</id><published>2009-12-05T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T15:11:41.659-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One in love, One in anger</title><content type='html'>I wrote a couple of notes. One in love, one in anger. They're lying there dying in the dresser drawer. Lived louder than my voice. Struggled through a stranger. He loved me until I loved you even more. It's a bitter sweet victory. Lovin' someone else who wanted me. Now I can't laugh, can't cry. And I can't run, can't hide. You get used to the pain, and numb to the sting, 'til you can't feel anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-7906425328450462134?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7906425328450462134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=7906425328450462134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7906425328450462134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7906425328450462134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-in-love-one-in-anger.html' title='One in love, One in anger'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-8906558916425538862</id><published>2009-12-04T22:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:17:16.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Not Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All this time I was wasting hoping you would come around. I've been giving out chances every time and all you do is let me down. And it's taken me this long baby but I figured you out. And you think it will be fine again but not this time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to call anymore. I won't pick up the phone. This is the last straw, don't wanna hurt anymore and you tell me that you're sorry, but I don't believe you baby, like I did before. You're not sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking so innocent, I might believe you if I didn't know. Could've loved you all my life if you hadn't left me waiting in the cold. And you've got your share of secrets and I'm tired of being last to know. And now you're asking me to listen cause it's worked each time before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to call anymore. I won't pick up the phone. This is the last straw, don't wanna hurt anymore and you tell me that you're sorry, but I don't believe you baby, like I did before. You're not sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You had me calling for you honey and it never would have gone away, no. You used to shine so bright but I watch all of it fade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you don't have to call anymore, I won't pick up the phone, this is the last straw. There's nothing left to beg for and you tell me that you're sorry, but I don't believe you baby like I did before. You're not sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-8906558916425538862?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8906558916425538862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=8906558916425538862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/8906558916425538862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/8906558916425538862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-not-sorry.html' title='You&apos;re Not Sorry'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-6869433183677063037</id><published>2009-11-29T23:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:38:26.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Home Soon</title><content type='html'>I put away the groceries&lt;br /&gt;And I take my daily bread&lt;br /&gt;I dream of your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;As I tuck the kids in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you're doin'&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know where you are&lt;br /&gt;But I look up at that great big sky&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you're wishin' on that same&lt;br /&gt;bright star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, I pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I sleep alone&lt;br /&gt;I cry alone&lt;br /&gt;And it's so hard livin' here on my own&lt;br /&gt;So please, come home soon&lt;br /&gt;(Come home soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we're together&lt;br /&gt;Even though we're far apart&lt;br /&gt;And I'll wear our lucky penny 'round my neck&lt;br /&gt;Pressed to my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, I pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still imagine your touch&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful missing something that much&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes love needs a fighting chance&lt;br /&gt;So I'll wait my turn until it's our turn to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, I pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep alone&lt;br /&gt;I cry alone&lt;br /&gt;Without you this house is not a home&lt;br /&gt;So please, come home soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I try alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you, don't want to die alone&lt;br /&gt;So please, come home soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come home soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-6869433183677063037?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6869433183677063037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=6869433183677063037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/6869433183677063037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/6869433183677063037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/11/come-home-soon.html' title='Come Home Soon'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-5185225109405344639</id><published>2009-11-24T01:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:27:53.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman Tonight</title><content type='html'>There's something about you&lt;br /&gt;I want to rescue&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know you&lt;br /&gt;So what does that mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm cynical&lt;br /&gt;I'm painfully logical&lt;br /&gt;You're tragic and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And that's good enough for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're looking for a hero, but it's just my old tattoo&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I swear I'd sell my soul to be a hero for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's going to save you&lt;br /&gt;When the stars fall from your sky&lt;br /&gt;And who's going to pull you in&lt;br /&gt;When the tide gets too high&lt;br /&gt;Who's going to hold you&lt;br /&gt;When you turn out the lights&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie I wish that I&lt;br /&gt;Could be your superman tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If somebody sent you&lt;br /&gt;An angel to save you&lt;br /&gt;What would you tell him to turn him away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That your heart don't break&lt;br /&gt;That your lips don't kiss&lt;br /&gt;That life is just a lie&lt;br /&gt;That heaven don't exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's going to save you&lt;br /&gt;When the stars fall from your sky&lt;br /&gt;And who's going to pull you in&lt;br /&gt;When the tide gets too high&lt;br /&gt;Who's going to hold you&lt;br /&gt;When you turn out the lights&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie I wish that I&lt;br /&gt;Could be your superman tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's going to fix you&lt;br /&gt;The next time you break down&lt;br /&gt;Stranded alone by the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;It's your baggage that's dragging you down&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back&lt;br /&gt;Let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's going to save you&lt;br /&gt;When the stars fall from your sky&lt;br /&gt;And who's going to pull you in&lt;br /&gt;When the tide gets too high&lt;br /&gt;Who's going to hold you&lt;br /&gt;When you turn out the lights&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie I wish that I&lt;br /&gt;Could be your superman tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-5185225109405344639?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5185225109405344639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=5185225109405344639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/5185225109405344639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/5185225109405344639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/11/superman-tonight.html' title='Superman Tonight'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-1732464758091384955</id><published>2009-11-23T02:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T02:42:36.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today, he told he that he loved her, put a ring around her finger and promised her forever, together. Today, she smiled for all the pictures was right there with her making all the memories without me, and it hurts to say this out loud looks like she's really gone now. Today, is the happiest day of her life. I should be happy for her today. So tell me why are these tears in my eyes? I know I should be happy for her, but I've lost everything. I've lost everything I've ever wanted today. Today, I thought about the moment I could have said I loved her and promised her forever together. Today, today it really hit me that she don't really miss me. She's found a new beginning and I'm wishing I had one more chance. God knows it's too late for that. Today, is the happiest day of her life. I should be happy for her, but I've lost everything. I've lost everything I've ever wanted. Today, he told he that he loved her put a ring around her finger...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-1732464758091384955?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1732464758091384955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=1732464758091384955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/1732464758091384955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/1732464758091384955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/11/today.html' title='Today~'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-7858059421003474602</id><published>2009-11-22T21:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:03:56.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake and Alive</title><content type='html'>I’m at war with the world cause I&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t never gonna sell my soul&lt;br /&gt;I’ve already made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I can’t be bought or sold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my faith is getting weak&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like giving in&lt;br /&gt;You breathe into me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up waking up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;In your arms I feel you breathe into me&lt;br /&gt;Forever hold this heart that I will give to you&lt;br /&gt;Forever I will live for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-7858059421003474602?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7858059421003474602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=7858059421003474602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7858059421003474602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7858059421003474602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/11/awake-and-alive.html' title='Awake and Alive'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-1655822252952525330</id><published>2009-11-05T02:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T02:15:03.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Woman</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think about the way it was, &lt;br /&gt;when we fell in love, things were different then&lt;br /&gt;Innocent and wide open, free and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel like that again&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere along the journey&lt;br /&gt;I lost a part of me and I know you can help me get it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby lay me down on our bed&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body like only you can&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me softly take away my breathe&lt;br /&gt;Slow it down and make it real&lt;br /&gt;Cause tonight I wanna feel like a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one who really gets me&lt;br /&gt;Honey let me, feel the fire in your hands&lt;br /&gt;I know you can keep me burning&lt;br /&gt;Feel the yearnin , cause you’re still my only man&lt;br /&gt;Give me all that I can handle, light a candle&lt;br /&gt;Only you can bring me back to life&lt;br /&gt;Oh I need you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby lay me down on our bed&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body like only you can&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me softly take away my breathe&lt;br /&gt;Slow it down and make it real&lt;br /&gt;Cause tonight I wanna feel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a woman, touched for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Like a flower that blooms in the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel your love inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby lay me down on our bed&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body like only you can&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me softly take away my breathe&lt;br /&gt;Slow it down and make it real&lt;br /&gt;Cause tonight I wanna feel like a woman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-1655822252952525330?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1655822252952525330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=1655822252952525330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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me?&lt;br /&gt;Rain is falling down on the sidewalk,&lt;br /&gt;I won’t go until you come outside&lt;br /&gt;Check yes Juliet, kill the limbo&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep tossing rocks at your window&lt;br /&gt;There’s no turning back for us tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lace up your shoes&lt;br /&gt;Here’s how we do&lt;br /&gt;Run, baby, run&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever look back&lt;br /&gt;They’ll tear us apart if you give them the chance&lt;br /&gt;Don’t sell your heart&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say we’re not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Run, baby, run&lt;br /&gt;Forever we’ll be&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check yes Juliet, I’ll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wishing, wanting, yours for the taking&lt;br /&gt;Just sneak out and don’t tell a soul goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Check yes Juliet, here’s the countdown&lt;br /&gt;3-2-1, now fall in my arms now&lt;br /&gt;They can change the locks, don’t let them change your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lace up your shoes&lt;br /&gt;Here’s how we do&lt;br /&gt;Run, baby, run&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever look back&lt;br /&gt;They’ll tear us apart if you give them the chance&lt;br /&gt;Don’t sell your heart&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say we’re not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Run, baby, run&lt;br /&gt;Forever we’ll be&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re flying through the night&lt;br /&gt;Way up high&lt;br /&gt;The view from here is getting better with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, baby, run&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever look back&lt;br /&gt;They’ll tear us apart if you give them the chance&lt;br /&gt;Don’t sell your heart&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say we’re not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Run, baby, run&lt;br /&gt;Forever we’ll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-2766940812876112119?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-422129452106049838</id><published>2009-11-03T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:08:09.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowgirl Up</title><content type='html'>"Cowgirl up" is an expression that means to rise to the occasion, not to give up, and to do it all without complaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-422129452106049838?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/422129452106049838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-3278381270737996322</id><published>2009-11-02T22:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:27:45.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;It must’ a been a place so dark, couldn’t feel the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Reachin’ for you through that stormy cloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Now here we are gathered in our little home town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;This can’t be the way you meant to draw a crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Oh why that’s what I keep askin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Was there anything I could have said or done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Oh I had no clue you were masking the troubled soul, god only knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;What went wrong and why you’d leave the stage in the middle of a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Now the oak trees are swayin’ in the early autumn breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;The golden sun is shining on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;The tangled thoughts I hear a mockingbird sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;This old world really ain’t that bad a place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Oh why there’s no comprehending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;And who am I to try to judge or explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Oh but I do have one burning question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Who told you life wasn’t worth the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;They were wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;They lied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;And now you’re gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;And we cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Cause It’s not like you to walk away in the middle of a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Your beautiful song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Your absolutely beautiful song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-3278381270737996322?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-1230226426697167203</id><published>2009-10-28T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:26:17.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I never had no one&lt;br /&gt;I could count on&lt;br /&gt;I've been let down so many times&lt;br /&gt;I was tired of hurtin'&lt;br /&gt;So tired of searchin'&lt;br /&gt;'Til you walked into my life&lt;br /&gt;It was a feelin'&lt;br /&gt;I'd never known&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're more than a lover&lt;br /&gt;There could never be another&lt;br /&gt;To make me feel the way you do&lt;br /&gt;Oh we just get closer&lt;br /&gt;I fall in love all over&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I'd be&lt;br /&gt;Without you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Life with you makes perfect sense&lt;br /&gt;You're my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand by me&lt;br /&gt;And you believe in me&lt;br /&gt;Like nobody ever has&lt;br /&gt;When my world goes crazy&lt;br /&gt;You're right there to save me&lt;br /&gt;You make me see how much I have&lt;br /&gt;And I still tremble&lt;br /&gt;When we touch&lt;br /&gt;And oh the look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;When we make love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're more than a lover&lt;br /&gt;There could never be another&lt;br /&gt;To make me feel the way you do&lt;br /&gt;Oh we just get closer&lt;br /&gt;I fall in love all over&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know where I'd be&lt;br /&gt;Without you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Life with you makes perfect sense&lt;br /&gt;You're my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I miss the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;And I miss the rush of your skin&lt;br /&gt;And I miss the still of the silence&lt;br /&gt;As you breathe out and I breathe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could walk on water, If I could tell you what’s next&lt;br /&gt;Make you believe, make you forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;The loudest thing in my head&lt;br /&gt;And I ache to remember&lt;br /&gt;All the violent, sweet,&lt;br /&gt;perfect words that you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could walk on water, if I could tell you what’s next,&lt;br /&gt;make you believe, make you forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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higher'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-8369483608530586241</id><published>2009-10-27T17:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:53:57.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and You</title><content type='html'>Ordinary no, really don't think so&lt;br /&gt;Not a love this true&lt;br /&gt;Common destiny&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a perfect scene from a movie screen&lt;br /&gt;We're a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;Suited perfectly for eternity&lt;br /&gt;Me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, I need you even more&lt;br /&gt;And the night time too&lt;br /&gt;There's no way&lt;br /&gt;I could ever let you go&lt;br /&gt;Even if I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I live&lt;br /&gt;Try my best to give&lt;br /&gt;All I have to you&lt;br /&gt;Thank the stars above&lt;br /&gt;That we share this love Me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, I need you even more&lt;br /&gt;And the night time too&lt;br /&gt;There's no way&lt;br /&gt;I could ever let you go&lt;br /&gt;Even if I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordinary no, I really don't think so&lt;br /&gt;Just a precious few&lt;br /&gt;Ever make it last&lt;br /&gt;Get as lucky as&lt;br /&gt;Me and you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-8369483608530586241?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8369483608530586241/comments/default' 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the wire/To make her feel that fire /So as long as there's a breath to take/A smile to share, a prayer to pray/A chance to hold her hand to fan the flame/She's gonna feel that fire/The one that lets her know for sure/She's everything I want and more/Her real desire, Is to know I'd walk alone out on the wire/Yeah, to make her feel that fire/She wants her nails painted black/She wants the toy in the crackerjack /She wants to ride the bull at the rodeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;-Dierks Bentley-feel that fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bell MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-39975479123516847?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-7749160943244013349</id><published>2009-10-19T23:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:52:38.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Gonna Be Alone</title><content type='html'>Time, is going by, so much faster than I,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to regret not spending all of it with you.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm, wondering why, I've kept this bottled inside,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm starting to regret not telling all of it to you.&lt;br /&gt;So if I haven't yet, I've gotta let you know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're never gonna be alone from this moment on.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever feel like letting go, I won't let you fall.&lt;br /&gt;You're never gonna be alone. I'll hold you 'til the hurt is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, as long as I can, I'm holding on with both hands,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause forever I believe that there's nothing I could need but you.&lt;br /&gt;So if I haven't yet, I've gotta let you know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're never gonna be alone from this moment on.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever feel like letting go, I won't let you fall.&lt;br /&gt;When all hope is gone, I know that you can carry on.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna take the world on. I'll hold you 'til the hurt is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta live every single day,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's the only one, what if tomorrow never comes?&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it slip away,&lt;br /&gt;Could be our only one, you know it's only just begun.&lt;br /&gt;Every single day,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our only one, what if tomorrow never comes,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow never comes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time, is going by, so much faster than I,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to regret not telling all of this to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're never gonna be alone from this moment on.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever feel like letting go, I won't let you fall.&lt;br /&gt;When all hope is gone, I know that you can carry on.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna take the world on. I'll hold you 'til the hurt is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be there all of the way.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be missing one more day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be there all of the way.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be missing one more day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nickelback-never gonna be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know you need to hear it. I love you and you're never going to be without me. You're never gonna be alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-7749160943244013349?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7749160943244013349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=7749160943244013349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7749160943244013349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7749160943244013349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-gonna-be-alone.html' title='Never Gonna Be Alone'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-8085383806382193320</id><published>2009-10-17T00:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:40:13.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that I found you</title><content type='html'>How can I believe&lt;br /&gt;That my heart would find someone like you&lt;br /&gt;You see me, the real me&lt;br /&gt;No in between, I had nowhere to hide&lt;br /&gt;You took away the walls around me&lt;br /&gt;Made me feel safe to share my truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the heavens open, a heart that once was broken&lt;br /&gt;Is holding nothing back&lt;br /&gt;Now that I found you&lt;br /&gt;You hold me like a prayer, you touch me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;A lifetime just ain't enough to love you true&lt;br /&gt;Now that I found you&lt;br /&gt;Now that I found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe we're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Our chemistry will last forever&lt;br /&gt;And through the years&lt;br /&gt;We'll see some tears&lt;br /&gt;We'll conquer fears&lt;br /&gt;And together we will grow&lt;br /&gt;Look through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;They tell me&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the heavens open, a heart that once was broken&lt;br /&gt;Is holding nothing back&lt;br /&gt;Now that I found you&lt;br /&gt;You hold me like a prayer, you touch me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;A lifetime just ain't enough to love you true&lt;br /&gt;Now that I found you&lt;br /&gt;Now that I found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see me, the real me&lt;br /&gt;You believe you in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the heavens open, a heart that once was broken&lt;br /&gt;Is holding nothing back&lt;br /&gt;Now that I found you&lt;br /&gt;You hold me like a prayer, you touch me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;A lifetime just ain't enough to love you true&lt;br /&gt;Now that I found you&lt;br /&gt;Now that I found you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-8085383806382193320?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8085383806382193320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=8085383806382193320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/8085383806382193320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/8085383806382193320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/10/now-that-i-found-you.html' title='Now that I found you'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-9011673901153266290</id><published>2009-10-16T15:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:54:49.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As Far As It Goes</title><content type='html'>Lately I’ve found myself fallin’&lt;br /&gt;Deeper in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the kind of guy&lt;br /&gt;Who gets swept away&lt;br /&gt;So here’s what I’m gonna do&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna give you this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;But that’s where I draw the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m only gonna give you everything&lt;br /&gt;Take it a mile beyond the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna love you one day past forever&lt;br /&gt;But that’s as far as it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it may not sound like much&lt;br /&gt;But baby, make no mistake&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna treat you with more tenderness&lt;br /&gt;Than any one woman can take&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna make all your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;But after that, baby, I’m through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m only gonna give you everything&lt;br /&gt; Take it a mile beyond the end of the road&lt;br /&gt; I’m gonna love you one day past forever&lt;br /&gt; But that’s as far as it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got your limits, I’ve got mine&lt;br /&gt;I’m only gonna go the distance&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m only gonna give you everything&lt;br /&gt; Take it a mile beyond the end of the road&lt;br /&gt; I’m gonna love you one day past forever&lt;br /&gt; But that’s as far as it goes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-9011673901153266290?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/9011673901153266290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=9011673901153266290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/9011673901153266290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/9011673901153266290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-far-as-it-goes.html' title='As Far As It Goes'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-8184745741753073415</id><published>2009-10-16T15:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:37:51.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna get lost in some corner booth, Cantina, Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna dance to the static of an AM radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna wrap the moon around us, lay beside you skin on skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Make love til the sun comes up, til the sun goes down again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cause I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like a needle needs a vein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like my uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs a rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like a lighthouse on a coast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like the father and the son need the Holy Ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need you, Ooh I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-8184745741753073415?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8184745741753073415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=8184745741753073415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/8184745741753073415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/8184745741753073415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-need-you.html' title='I need you...'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-5086736899785507999</id><published>2009-10-15T23:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:45:49.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Might</title><content type='html'>I got miles of troubles spreadin' far and wide,&lt;br /&gt;Bills on the table gettin' higher and higher,&lt;br /&gt;They just keep on comin', there ain't no end in sight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just holdin' on tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got someone who loves me more than words can say,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm thankful for that each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;And if I count all my blessings, &lt;br /&gt;I get a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Still it's hard to find faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you can look in my eyes, &lt;br /&gt;And tell me we'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;If you promise to never leave,&lt;br /&gt;You just might make me believe.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's just day to day tryin' to make ends meet,&lt;br /&gt;What i'd give for an address out on Easy Street.&lt;br /&gt;I need a deep margarita to help me unwind&lt;br /&gt;Leave my troubles behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to believe in us when times go tough,&lt;br /&gt;But lately I'm afraid that even love is not enough.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But if you can look in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me we'll be alright,&lt;br /&gt;If you promise never to leave,&lt;br /&gt;You just might make me...&lt;br /&gt;Oh you just make me,&lt;br /&gt;You just might make me believe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-5086736899785507999?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5086736899785507999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=5086736899785507999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/5086736899785507999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/5086736899785507999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-might.html' title='Just Might'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-8035709575337449568</id><published>2009-10-13T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:10:17.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come What May</title><content type='html'>Never knew I could feel like this&lt;br /&gt;Like I've never seen the sky before&lt;br /&gt;Want to vanish inside your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I love you more and more&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings&lt;br /&gt;Telling me to give you everything&lt;br /&gt;Seasons may change winter to spring&lt;br /&gt;But I love you until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may, come what may&lt;br /&gt;I will love you until my dying day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste&lt;br /&gt;It all revolves around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no mountain too high no river too wide&lt;br /&gt;Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side&lt;br /&gt;Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide&lt;br /&gt;But I love you until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may, come what may&lt;br /&gt;I will love you until my dying day&lt;br /&gt;Oh come what may, come what may&lt;br /&gt;I will love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may, come what may&lt;br /&gt;I will love you until my dying day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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May'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-2241454665358197648</id><published>2009-10-10T15:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T15:28:27.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>consider me gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;everytime i turn the conversation to something deeper than the weather i can feel you all but shutting down. and when i need an explanation for the silence you just tell me you don't wanna talk about it now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you're not saying is coming in loud and clear we're at a crossroads here...&lt;br /&gt;if i'm not the one thing you can't stand to lose. if i'm not that arrow to the heart of you. if you don't get drunk on my kiss. if you think you can do better than this then i guess we're done. let's not drag this on. consider me gone.&lt;br /&gt;with you i've always been wide open like a window or an ocean. there is nothing i've ever tried to hide. so when you leave me not knowing where you're going i start thinking that we're looking at goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;how about a strong shot of honesty don't you owe that to me.&lt;br /&gt;consider me a memory, consider me the past, consider me a smile in an old photograph someone who used to make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;if i'm not the one thing you can't stand to lose. if i'm not the arrow to the heart of you. then i guess we're done. lets not drag this on. consider me gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-2241454665358197648?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-3622606643341903072</id><published>2009-10-09T00:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T01:55:51.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>keep you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wrote a couple notes. one in love, one in anger. they're lying there dying in the dresser drawer. lived louder than my voice. struggled through a stranger. he loved me until i loved you even more. it's a bittersweet victory. lovin' someone else who wanted me. now i can't laugh, can't cry. and i can't run, can't hide. you get used to the pain, numb to the sting 'till you can't feel anything. you tried to explain, but i couldn't hear it. as if your words were my tears. flowing freely, warm and quiet. from the edges of my eyes and my ears. then all disappears. now i can't laugh, can't cry. and i can't run, can't hide. -keep you-sugarland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;everything is in the lyrics. everything that happened. every up and every down. you didn't understand. you never could. i was wrong you were right, no matter what the fight. you cheated on me, you lied to me, you violated every ounce of trust i had in you. all those notes, were they real, or did you lie? pardon me-stained, lie to me-12 stones, i can't do that anymore-faith hill. and many more were all you. you had me confused and bent to your will. you did what you wanted for a thrill. no matter what you did, you had an answer a reason why i made you do it, i hurt, i cried, i thought i was worthless, i did everything i could, for you. you called me aphrodite, calypso, a diamond in the rough, told me i was perfect, then tore it all down. breathe-taylor swift. i tried to move on you wouldn't have it. i wasn't strong enough to walk away. i loved you, somedays i struggle not too. i don't understand why, after everything you did, i miss you... somedays not at all, somedays i wanna pick up the phone, i won't because i know in the end we'll go back through this cycle, you tear more of me apart each time. i won't do that anymore. i made my choice. i'm happy. why can't you just walk away, why can't you stop hurting me, why do you haunt me? i want him, you criticize his every move, he's never lied, never cheated, never hurt me... why would i ever trust you again... quit. walk away. forget it all. i can't laugh, i can't cry. i'm done. i have been for a long time. don't you dare mess with my future. i'm finally happy. even the toughest days don't compare to the hell you put me through and they never will. ps i love you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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you'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-5017653696363322577</id><published>2009-10-07T00:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:49:21.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's a quarter after one, i'm all alone and i need you now.&lt;br /&gt;- lady a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cross my heart and promise to give all i've got to give to make all your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;- george strait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i loved you then...&lt;br /&gt;-brad paisley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to stay positive and stay happy. I keep trying to do what I have to. I fall short sometimes. I love you. I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-5017653696363322577?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5017653696363322577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=5017653696363322577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/5017653696363322577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/5017653696363322577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/10/hurt.html' title='hurt'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-3543182085806271196</id><published>2009-09-28T21:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:44:05.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the Way I Loved You</title><content type='html'>I'm hurting. It's been a long road to where I am today. I'm frustrated. I keep asking myself why do I feel this way? I get no answer... I can't figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace; font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;He is sensible and so incredible&lt;br /&gt;And all my single friends are jealous&lt;br /&gt;He says everything I need to hear and it's like&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't ask for anything better&lt;br /&gt;He opens up my door and I get into his car&lt;br /&gt;And he says you look beautiful tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I feel perfectly fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;And it's 2am and I'm cursing your name&lt;br /&gt;You're so in love that you act insane&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Breakin' down and coming undone&lt;br /&gt;It's a roller coaster kinda rush&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew I could feel that much&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He respects my space&lt;br /&gt;And never makes me wait&lt;br /&gt;And he calls exactly when he says he will&lt;br /&gt;He's close to my mother&lt;br /&gt;Talks business with my father&lt;br /&gt;He's charming and endearing&lt;br /&gt;And I'm comfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;And it's 2am and I'm cursing your name&lt;br /&gt;You're so in love that you act insane&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Breakin' down and coming undone&lt;br /&gt;It's a roller coaster kinda rush&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew I could feel that much&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't see the smile I'm faking&lt;br /&gt;And my heart's not breaking&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not feeling anything at all&lt;br /&gt;And you were wild and crazy&lt;br /&gt;Just so frustrating intoxicating&lt;br /&gt;Complicated, got away by some mistake and now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;It's 2am and I'm cursing your name&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love that I acted insane&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Breaking down and coming undone&lt;br /&gt;It's a roller coaster kinda rush&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew I could feel that much&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Never knew I could feel that much&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- that's the way i loved you taylor swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-3543182085806271196?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3543182085806271196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-929514714119989717</id><published>2009-09-24T01:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:27:21.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i just call you mine</title><content type='html'>I pinch myself sometimes to make sure I'm not in a dream&lt;br /&gt;That's how it seems&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and breathe in the sweetest moments I've ever known&lt;br /&gt;It feels like home&lt;br /&gt;And here I am I want to be your everything&lt;br /&gt;There you are&lt;br /&gt;Turning winter into spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone who sees you&lt;br /&gt;Always want's to know you&lt;br /&gt;And everyone who knows you&lt;br /&gt;Always have a smile&lt;br /&gt;You're standing ovation after years of waiting&lt;br /&gt;For a chance to finally shine&lt;br /&gt;Everyone calls you amazing&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I just call you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Just a word from you just somehow seems to fix&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you reach into the weakest moments&lt;br /&gt;And remind me that I'm strong&lt;br /&gt;You've got to know&lt;br /&gt;I'd be a fool not to see you even worse&lt;br /&gt;To forget that you're more than I deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone who sees you&lt;br /&gt;Always want's to know you&lt;br /&gt;And everyone who knows you&lt;br /&gt;Always have a smile&lt;br /&gt;You're standing ovation after years of waiting&lt;br /&gt;For a chance to finally shine&lt;br /&gt;Everyone calls you amazing&lt;br /&gt;I just call you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes sense when you're not here&lt;br /&gt;As if my whole world disappears&lt;br /&gt;Without you what's the point of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone who sees you&lt;br /&gt;Always want's to know you&lt;br /&gt;And everyone who knows you&lt;br /&gt;Always have a smile&lt;br /&gt;You're the dream that I've been chasin' after years of waiting&lt;br /&gt;For a chance to finally shine&lt;br /&gt;Everyone calls you amazing&lt;br /&gt;I just call you mine&lt;br /&gt;Everyone calls you amazing&lt;br /&gt;I just call you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-martina mcbride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-929514714119989717?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/929514714119989717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=929514714119989717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a quarter after 1 and i need you now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-7161886342857059475?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7161886342857059475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=7161886342857059475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7161886342857059475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7161886342857059475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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And I don't know how I can do without I just need you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-need you now-lady a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said I'd be ok, and I promise one day I will be. Tonight, I'm just missing you worse than I ever have. I want to be safe. I'm scared, I want my best friend. I wish I could talk to you. I love you more than anything. I had a bad night. I'll be alright... just give me time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-2619732586143201001?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2619732586143201001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=2619732586143201001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/2619732586143201001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/2619732586143201001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/09/need-you-now.html' title='Need You 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define&lt;br /&gt;The light in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Love yourself, give them Hell.&lt;br /&gt;You can take on this world.&lt;br /&gt;You just stand and be strong&lt;br /&gt;And then fight&lt;br /&gt;Like a girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 31 she was wheelin' and dealin'&lt;br /&gt;Kept on hittin' that same glass ceilin'&lt;br /&gt;She was never gonna be one of the boys, no&lt;br /&gt;She coulda gave up on her ambition&lt;br /&gt;And spent the rest of her life just wishin'&lt;br /&gt;Instead she listened to her mama's voice sayin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold your head high.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever let 'em define&lt;br /&gt;The light in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Love yourself, give them Hell.&lt;br /&gt;You can take on this world.&lt;br /&gt;You just stand and be strong&lt;br /&gt;And then fight&lt;br /&gt;Like a girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, with style and grace&lt;br /&gt;Kick ass and take names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years of climbin' that ladder&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but money and power don't matter&lt;br /&gt;When the doctor said "the cancer spread"&lt;br /&gt;She holds on tight to her husband and babies&lt;br /&gt;And says "this is just another test God gave me.&lt;br /&gt;And I know just how to handle this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold my head high&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let this define&lt;br /&gt;The light in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Love myself, give it Hell&lt;br /&gt;I'll take on this world&lt;br /&gt;If I stand and be strong&lt;br /&gt;No, I'll never give up&lt;br /&gt;I will conquer with love&lt;br /&gt;And I'll fight like&lt;br /&gt;Like a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-8485641913562119501?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8485641913562119501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-793292744932260473</id><published>2009-07-12T20:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:08:59.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack of Hearts</title><content type='html'>Guess I saw you coming&lt;br /&gt;But you still took me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;A different man, a different place&lt;br /&gt;But the same look in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he looks so good&lt;br /&gt;And he kisses so good&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so good&lt;br /&gt;But it’s no good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a once burned, twice shy&lt;br /&gt;Woman with a jaded eye&lt;br /&gt;Wants it all and nothing less&lt;br /&gt;He’s a big bright shiny-looking&lt;br /&gt;White knight waiting&lt;br /&gt;With an ice cube in his chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his words won’t mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;When you’re waiting for a king&lt;br /&gt;Why settle for the jack of hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-793292744932260473?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/793292744932260473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=793292744932260473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/793292744932260473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/793292744932260473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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you're my whole life&lt;br /&gt;now you're my whole world&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe the way I feel about you, girl&lt;br /&gt;Like a river meets the sea,&lt;br /&gt;stronger than it's ever been.&lt;br /&gt;We've come so far since that day&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I loved you then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i remember, taking you back to right where I first met you,&lt;br /&gt;You were so surprised&lt;br /&gt;There were people around, but I didn't care&lt;br /&gt;Got down on one knee right there once again,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I loved you then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you're my whole life&lt;br /&gt;now you're my whole world&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe the way I feel about you, girl&lt;br /&gt;Like a river meets the sea,&lt;br /&gt;stronger than it's ever been.&lt;br /&gt;We've come so far since that day&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I loved you then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could just see you, with a baby on the way&lt;br /&gt;And I could just see you, when your hair is turning gray&lt;br /&gt;What I can't see is how I'm ever gonna love you more&lt;br /&gt;But I've said that before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you're my whole life&lt;br /&gt;now you're my whole world&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe the way I feel about you, girl&lt;br /&gt;We'll look back someday, at this moment that we're in&lt;br /&gt;And I'll look at you and say&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I loved you then&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I loved you then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;then-brad paisley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-5068216057347692225?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5068216057347692225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-4967503403535105581</id><published>2009-03-28T19:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:40:10.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a firecracker coming undone</title><content type='html'>every now and then i get a little lost the strings all get tangled the wires all get crossed every now and then i'm right upon the edge dangling my toes right over the ledge i just thank god you're here cause when i'm a bullet shot out of a gun when i'm a firecracker coming undone when i'm a fugitive ready to run all wild eyed and crazy no matter where my reckless soul takes me, baby you save me. it's hard loving someone with a gypsy soul i don't know how you do it, i don't know how you know the perfect thing to say to save me from myself you're the angel that believes in me like nobody else and i thank God you do. i know i don't tell you nearly enough, i couldn't live one day without your love. when i've had just about all i can take baby you save me.&lt;br /&gt;- kenny chesney - you save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've saved me so many times. i'm lucky to have you. and even luckier to call you mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-4967503403535105581?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4967503403535105581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=4967503403535105581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>You say I'm not being fair to you,&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm thinking it through,&lt;br /&gt;I was never as unfair as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say all these horrible things,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sitting here thinking it through,&lt;br /&gt;I never said anything as bad as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I'm hurting you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking it all through,&lt;br /&gt;I have never been as heartless as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not being fair to me,&lt;br /&gt;You've hurt me for years,&lt;br /&gt;I can't begin to count the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm sitting here thinking it through,&lt;br /&gt;It's time that I was as cold as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done being there for you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm done making excuses for you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm now just as cold as you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Through'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-2119887070431237246</id><published>2009-03-26T22:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:48:45.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Beside Me</title><content type='html'>I want a man that stands beside me, not in front of or behind me, give me two arms that wanna hold me, not own me, and I'll give all the love in my heart. Stand beside me, be true, don't tell lies to me. I'm not looking for a fantasy, I want a man who stands beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- JoDee Messina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lied to me. Now you're begging for me back. You ripped my heart out. Now you wanna fix it. What part of "I've moved on" is hard to understand? I love him. Get over it. I have the man whose always stood beside me and I'm not letting that go. I'm not screwing that up. I've made mistakes. I'm not perfect but he is what I want. Hear me tell you that, accept it. I love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-2119887070431237246?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2119887070431237246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=2119887070431237246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/2119887070431237246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/2119887070431237246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/03/stand-beside-me.html' title='Stand Beside Me'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-8805587565126111102</id><published>2009-03-11T18:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:04:04.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes Goodbye</title><content type='html'>here comes goodbye, here comes the last time, here comes the start of every sleepless night, the first of every tear i'm gonna cry. here comes the pain, here comes me wishing things had never changed, and she was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;rascal flatts- here comes goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave it everything. I gave it my all. You swore you'd never let me fall. Here I am standing at this crossroad. I made up my mind. His heart and mine. So hear me when i say, goodbye, you had your chances. You had your time to make me believe, and all you did was hurt me. He's always been there. My heart is his. So here's my goodbye. I'm sorry that you're gonna cry, I'm sorry about those sleepless nights, I'm sorry that you're gonna hurt. I'm not going to be in your arms tonight, or ever. I'm giving him my heart, because he'll never tear it apart. He's everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you said you were there for me, you wouldn't let me fall, all the times i shared with you were you even there at all"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"just when i put my guard away, you left me broken and betrayed"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-8805587565126111102?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8805587565126111102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=8805587565126111102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/8805587565126111102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/8805587565126111102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-comes-goodbye.html' title='Here Comes Goodbye'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-8872095318831520823</id><published>2009-03-06T05:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T07:17:44.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He says</title><content type='html'>he says any guy would be lucky to have me. but i don't know if That's true. i love with all i am and all i have. That's why i get hurt so badly. lie to me by 12 stones i feel every word of it because of someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in love with this wonderful guy and it took me so long to figure it out. all because of a stupid mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would any guy really be lucky to have me as his girlfriend? i don't know. special... i think not. i'm just a girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-8872095318831520823?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8872095318831520823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=8872095318831520823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/8872095318831520823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/8872095318831520823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-says.html' title='He says'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-7977048992048749548</id><published>2009-02-23T19:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:13:27.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>never gonna be alone.</title><content type='html'>time is going by so much faster than i and i'm starting to regret not spending all of here with you now i'm wondering why i've kept this bottled inside so i'm starting to regret not selling all of it to you so if i haven't yet, i've gotta let you know... you're never gonna be alone from this moment on, if you ever feel like letting go, i won't let you fall you're never gonna be alone, i'll hold you until the hurt is gone. and now as long as i can i'm holding on with both hands 'cause forever i believe that there's nothing i could need but you, so if i haven't yet i've gotta let you know, you're never gonna be alone from this moment on if you ever feel like letting go i won't let you fall when all hope is gone, i know that you can carry on we're gonna see the world out, i'll hold you 'til the hurt is gone oh you've gotta live every single day like it's the only one, what if tomorrow never comes? don't let it slip away could be our only one you know it's only just begun ever single day maybe our only one what if tomorrow never comes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;never gonna be alone- nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are the words i wanted to hear in december...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-7977048992048749548?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7977048992048749548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=7977048992048749548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7977048992048749548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7977048992048749548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-gonna-be-alone.html' title='never gonna be alone.'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-4517605936194215253</id><published>2009-02-08T23:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:50:21.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>last night/yours to hold - skillet</title><content type='html'>i just came to say goodbye didn't want you to see me cry i'm fine&lt;br /&gt;- but i know it's a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me this will be the last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i see you standing here but you're so far away. you're going through so much, but i know i could be the one to hold you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i hear the words i am yours to hold....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-4517605936194215253?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4517605936194215253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=4517605936194215253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/4517605936194215253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/4517605936194215253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-nightyours-to-hold-skillet.html' title='last night/yours to hold - skillet'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-2848926019642986323</id><published>2009-02-08T23:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:46:52.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>open wounds</title><content type='html'>in the dark with the music on wishing i was somewhere else taking all your anger out on me somebody help i would rather rot alone then spend a minute with you i'm gone, i'm gone, and you can't stop me from falling apart 'cause my self destruction is all your fault. how could you how could you... how could you love me when all you ever gave me were open wounds? tell me why you broke me down and betrayed my trust in you i'm not giving up, giving in when will this war end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;- open wounds - skillet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-2848926019642986323?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2848926019642986323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=2848926019642986323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/2848926019642986323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/2848926019642986323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/02/open-wounds.html' title='open wounds'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-4304035669903423959</id><published>2009-02-08T22:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:23:37.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>At first I was lost without you. I didn't know how I'd breathe when you were gone. But you walking out of my life was the best thing that ever happened. Right before Christmas or not. I'm not the same person I was, you're not the same either. I was hanging on to something that was already gone. 2 years of my life with you... wow... I was so close to being more than just your girlfriend. My dreams of being a good wife and mother... They were all going to come true right? No. Wrong again. I'm sorry, I'm not what you need. I'm moving on with my life. I loved you very much at one time. I'm done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are changing, it seems strange and I need to figure this out. You've got your life and I got mine, but you're all I cared about. Yesterday we were laughing, today I'm left here asking, where has all the time gone now? I'm left alone somehow. Growing up and getting older, I don't wanna believe its over. Do you remember in December, how we swore we'd never change? Even though you're leaving that our feelings would always stay the same. I wish we could be laughing. Instead I'm standing here asking, do we have to end this now? Can we make it last somehow? We both know what we've gotta say. And if it's over it hurts but I'm giving you my word, I hope you're always happy like we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;- Say Goodbye - Skillet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-4304035669903423959?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4304035669903423959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=4304035669903423959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/4304035669903423959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/4304035669903423959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/02/say-goodbye.html' title='Say Goodbye'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-6066550134958881697</id><published>2009-01-27T14:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:24:57.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I see your face in my mind as I drive away, because none of us thought it was gonna end that way. People are people, and sometimes we change our minds. But it’s killing me to see you go after all this time. Music starts playin’ like the end of a sad movie, it’s the kinda ending you don’t really wanna see. Cause it’s tragedy and it’ll only bring you down, now I don’t know what to be without you around. And we know it’s never simple, never easy. Never a clean break, noone here to save me. You’re the only thing I know like the back of my hand, and I can’t, breathe,  without you, but I have to, breathe, without you, but I have to. Never wanted this, never wanna see you hurt. Every little bump in the road I tried to swerve. But people are people, and sometimes it doesn’t work out, nothing we say is gonna save us from the fall out. It’s two a.m. feelin' like I just lost a friend. Hope you know it’s not easy,  easy for me. It’s two a.m. feelin’ like I just lost a friend. Hope you know this ain’t easy, easy for me. And we know it’s never simple, never easy. Never a clean break, noone here to save me. I can’t, breathe, without you, but I have to, breathe, without you, but I have to. Breathe, without you, but i have to. I’m Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;- breathe - taylor swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-6066550134958881697?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6066550134958881697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=6066550134958881697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/6066550134958881697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/6066550134958881697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/01/breathe.html' title='Breathe'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-4759295847702588978</id><published>2009-01-25T23:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:23:42.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hurt</title><content type='html'>i'm sorry. i am... i don't wanna hurt this way... i don't want you to hurt... i love you. i do... i just can't do it anymore... all the things you said finally broke me... i can't do it... i just can't...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-4759295847702588978?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4759295847702588978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=4759295847702588978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/4759295847702588978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/4759295847702588978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/01/hurt.html' title='hurt'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-1287603134416576316</id><published>2009-01-25T22:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:10:57.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't...</title><content type='html'>Cut my hair the way you wanted, Watched you become important. Now you're Mr. Successful and I'm queen of the treadmill, trying to stay the size you think that I should stay. I used to dream about what I would be. Now you say I'm being silly but you don't know me really. You never take the time to ask me how I feel. Somewhere down deep I know you really love me but you can't see that what we have's not all I needed. You try to tell me I'm not being fair to you but life's too short for a selfish attitude. I keep on giving but I can't stop living. A woman needs a little something of her own. I like happy endings. I don't like depending. I keep right on pretending but I can't do that anymore. &lt;br /&gt;- faith hill - i can't do that anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've cried and begged and cursed and prayed, but nothing's worked, nothing's changed. No way i win when you keep score and i ain't gonna take it. I ain't gonna take it anymore. I'm gonna crawl out from this stone that i've been under to see the light and breathe the air and you'll have a million reasons why i shouldn't leave you but for the first time in a long time i don't care. I guess on one hand you should laugh 'cause i've said the same things in the past, but this time one hand's on the door. And i ain't gonna take it, I ain't gonna take it, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;- faith hill - i ain't gonna take it anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-1287603134416576316?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1287603134416576316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=1287603134416576316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/1287603134416576316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/1287603134416576316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant.html' title='I can&apos;t...'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-2970182842218412792</id><published>2009-01-19T12:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:53:55.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>if you're gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I think I’ve already lost you. I think you’re already gone. I think I’m finally scared now. You think I’m weak but I think you’re wrong. I think you’re already leaving feels like your hand is on the door. I think you’re so mean. I think we should try. I think I could need this in my life. I think I’m just scared. I think too much. If you’re gone, maybe its time to go home. There’s an awful lot of breathing room, but I can hardly move. If you’re gone, baby you need to come home. I bet you’re hard to get over. I bet the room just won’t shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;if you're gone - matchbox 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-2970182842218412792?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2970182842218412792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=2970182842218412792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/2970182842218412792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/2970182842218412792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-youre-gone.html' title='if you&apos;re gone'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-7407215810172212316</id><published>2009-01-18T23:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:02:53.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>done.</title><content type='html'>maybe i was right when i wrote "lie to me" i think that about fits.... go ahead lie to me once again... so pardon me while i walk away, pardon me while i don't care what you have to say and pardon me for ever trusting you... pardon me.... i'm sick of the half ass shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-7407215810172212316?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7407215810172212316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=7407215810172212316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7407215810172212316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7407215810172212316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/01/done.html' title='done.'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-269745452690082787</id><published>2009-01-16T13:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:02:21.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstood</title><content type='html'>Should I? Could I? Have said the wrong things right a thousand times. If I could rewind, I see it in my mind. If I could turn back time, you'd still be mine. You cried, I died. I should've shut my mouth things headed south. As the words slipped off my tongue, they sounded dumb. If this old heart could talk, it'd say you're the one. I'm wasting time, when I think about it. I should've drove all night, I would've run all the lights. I was misunderstood. I stumbled like my words, did the best I could. Damn. Misunderstood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-269745452690082787?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/269745452690082787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=269745452690082787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/269745452690082787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/269745452690082787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/01/misunderstood.html' title='Misunderstood'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-582310390011615281</id><published>2009-01-16T05:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T05:00:04.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>If I ever write the story of my life, don't be surprised if you're where it begins. I'd have to dedicate every line on every page, to the memories we made, while you loved me. I was born the day you kissed me, and I died inside the night you left me. But I lived, oh how i lived, while you loved me. I'd start with chapter one, love innocent and young, as the morning sun on a new day. Even though I know the end, well, I'd do it all again. I got a lifetime in, while you loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;While You Loved Me - Rascal Flatts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really left your mark. In this heart. I see you everywhere, and when I close my eyes you're still there. Don't worry I ain't gonna ask you to come back, and love me. Baby you don't have to. I can be in love with you, without you. It's not that hard at all. It's like you're out of town and just forgot to call. Just because you walked away, doesn't mean my feelings change. If you're done for good, I hope you go far, because how I feel about you. It doesn't matter where you are.  I can be in love with you, without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With you, Without You - Brad Paisley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the way you made love to me like I was all you'd ever need. Did you change your mind? Well I didn't change mine. Now here I am trying to make sense of it all. We were best friends now we don't even talk. You broke my heart, ripped my world apart. I can't get you out of my head. I still feel you in this bed. Left me all alone, you couldn't be more gone. From falling apart to fighting made, from wanting you back to not giving a damn. I've felt it all, I've been to the wall. Didn't you know how much I loved you? I gave you everything, every part of me. Didn't you feel it when I touched you? Baby, tell me, didn't you know how much I loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Didn't You Know How Much I Loved You - Kellie Pickler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was me, it must've been me. I guess I did something wrong. I tried to hard wanted to much, I guess that's why he's gone. I lost my pride, I fought and cried. I felt like a little kid. What's wrong with me? I still can't believe, I did the things I did. When you love someone like that, when you give what you can't take back. When you love someone with all your heart and soul, it's so hard to let it go. When you love someone like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When You Love - Reba McEntire &amp;amp; LeAnn Rimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy it's been all this time, and I can't get you off my mind, and nobody knows it but me. I stare at your photograph, still sleep in the shirt you left, and nobody knows it but me. Everyday I wipe my tears away, so many nights I've prayed for you to say. I should've been chasing you, I should've been trying to prove, that you were all that mattered to me. I should've said all the things, that I kept inside of me and maybe, I could've made you believe, that what we had was all we'd ever need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All We'd Ever Need - Lady Antebellum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had one wish, I'd wish for two, one for me baby and one for you. It would find you right where you are, with time on your hands and hope in your heart. We both understand we were written in the stars. It's worth all the cost, until I find what I lost in your eyes and you realize.. April showers, bring May flowers, I have seen rain before. Love leaves and open door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;April Showers - Sugarland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be hard to be lovers, but it's harder to be friends. Baby, pull down the covers it's time you let me in. Maybe light a couple candles. I'll just go ahead and lock the door. If you just talk to me baby. Til we ain't strangers anymore. Lay your head on my pillow, I sit beside you on the bed. Don't you think it's time we say some things we haven't said. It ain't to late to get back to that place, back to where, we thought it was before. Why don't you look at me baby, til we ain't strangers anymore. Sometimes it's hard to love me, sometimes it's hard to love you too. I know it's hard believing, that love can pull us through. It would be so easy to live your life with one foot outside the door. Just hold me baby, til we ain't strangers anymore. It's hard to find forgivness, when we just turn out the light. It's hard to say you're sorry, when you can't tell wrong from right. It would be so easy to spend your whole damn life keeping score. So let's get down to it baby, there ain't no need to lie. Tell me who you think you see when you look into my eyes. Let's put our two hearts back together, and we'll leave the broken pieces on the floor. Make love with me baby, til we ain't strangers anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;'Till We Ain't Strangers Anymore - Bon Jovi &amp;amp; LeAnn Rimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-582310390011615281?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/582310390011615281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=582310390011615281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/582310390011615281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/582310390011615281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/01/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-209800794180717821</id><published>2009-01-15T11:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T02:57:56.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday</title><content type='html'>Somewhere along the way&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find me someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been lost and looking for so long&lt;br /&gt;I thought my chance had come and gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you held me it felt so right&lt;br /&gt;I wish it could've been all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like it's been forever&lt;br /&gt;Since we've been together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been hurting I still have hope.&lt;br /&gt;Without you it's hard to cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up without you every day&lt;br /&gt;So many things I wish you'd say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you once, I love you still,&lt;br /&gt;I always have, and I always will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-209800794180717821?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/209800794180717821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=209800794180717821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/209800794180717821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/209800794180717821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/01/someday.html' title='Someday'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-4319507310449581702</id><published>2009-01-15T00:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:44:37.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't call me drunk, don't ever call me drunk and complain to me... just don't. i know exactly how you feel and i don't feel that way. back off... it's been five years.... and guess what... we've had our last call...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-4319507310449581702?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4319507310449581702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-7149219364083107857</id><published>2009-01-14T21:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:08:01.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't help it if you look like an angel. Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you. Can't help it if there's no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got tired of waiting wondering if you were ever coming around... my faith in you was fading when i met you on the outskirts of town... "Romeo save me i've been feeling so alone. i keep waiting for you but you never come"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;romeo save me they're trying to tell me how to feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-7149219364083107857?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7149219364083107857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=7149219364083107857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7149219364083107857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7149219364083107857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-help-it-if-you-look-like-angel.html' title=''/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-8170631996297473508</id><published>2009-01-14T14:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:34:18.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m one step from a breakdown, two steps from being safe, just try to see this through, I’m three steps from this nightmare, and four steps from the door, the rest is up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me while I just turn my back and walk away. Pardon me if I can’t listen to the things you say. Pardon me if I can’t fake it while you still believe. Pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m one step from forgiveness and two steps from my grave, we’re all just passing through. Three steps from redemption, four from the Devil’s door, on a path that leads to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me while I just turn my back and walk away. Pardon me if I can’t listen to the things you say. Pardon me if I can’t fake it while you still believe. Pardon me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;staind-pardon me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m two steps from salvation but I’m only taking one. Pardon me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-8170631996297473508?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8170631996297473508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=8170631996297473508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/8170631996297473508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/8170631996297473508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2009/01/pardon-me.html' title='Pardon Me'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-4141771646251337422</id><published>2008-12-22T20:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:41:37.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>already gone</title><content type='html'>last time i saw him, i packed up my things. he smiled like the first time he told me his name. we cried with eachother and we spread the blame for the things we couldn't change. there he was waving goodbye on the front porch alone but i was already gone...&lt;br /&gt;sugarland- already gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-4141771646251337422?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4141771646251337422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=4141771646251337422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/4141771646251337422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/4141771646251337422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/12/already-gone.html' title='already gone'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-6869941506229528741</id><published>2008-12-20T21:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:43:38.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>how</title><content type='html'>i need my best friend, i'm hurting, but how do i talk to you when you're the one that broke my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna tell you how i feel... i wish i could turn back the events of yesterday. i know this has been building... i know i've made mistakes.... haven't we all... damn... what i would give to crawl in your arms... the lyrics of so many songs are swirling in my head... you're the only answer i've found... i've tried to be perfect that doesn't work... i'm still me... the girl you fell in love with... i know i can't make it right... i know that nothing i say will change your mind... i wish i understood you... i wish you understood me... this is all one big misunderstanding... i can't take this time apart... i've hit the bottom... i wish this was all a dream but it's real. i really screwed this up... i was too much... and i lost it... i feel all these things... i cry... i laugh... i curse... i remember the amazing times we had... i read the letters you wrote... i keep trying to figure out why i let it get to this... i'm sorry... just words i know... my heart is in your hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way? If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all? We’ll make it through and I hope you are the one I share my life with. I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand. If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am? Is there any way that I can stay in your arms? If I don’t need you then why am I crying on my bed? If I don’t need you then why does your name resound in my head? If you’re not for me then why does this distance maim my life? I don’t know why you’re so far away but I know that this much is true. We’ll make it through and I hope you are the one I share my life with, and I wish that you could be the one I die with, and I pray you’re the one I build my home with. I hope I love you all my life. ‘Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away, and I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today. ‘Cause I love you, whether it’s wrong or right, and though I can’t be with you tonight, you know my heart is by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain and it's 2am and I'm cursing your name. You're so in love that you act insane and that's the way I love you. Breakin' down and coming undone. It's a roller coaster kinda rush and I never knew I could feel that much and that's the way I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was me, it must of been me, I guess I did something wrong. I tried too hard, wanted too much, I guess that's why he's gone. I lost my pride, I fought and cried. I felt like a little kid. What's wrong with me? I still can't believe, I did the things I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some of what went through my head.... i needed to get it out... that's what this blog was for... for me... my emotions... i'm not ashamed of how i feel... i'm hurt... i want nothing more than for you to look at me with those beautiful eyes and tell me you love me and we'll make it through... i can't lose faith... i can't stop trying... i can't give up... i love you forever and a day... i know you'll read this... i don't know what you'll think or even if you'll say anything... i'm not okay right now... and i won't be for awhile... but just so you know i want you back for the right reasons... because my heart is yours has been for a long time... i'm ready when you are i can do without the time apart... i just needed to get this out... it's a mess of feelings... know i love you and i'm very sorry... i'm trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-6869941506229528741?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6869941506229528741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=6869941506229528741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/6869941506229528741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/6869941506229528741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/12/how.html' title='how'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-1754942075421580109</id><published>2008-12-08T22:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:20:21.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I wish you'd say and how i feel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Are you having trouble keeping up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Seeing this thing through? I want to know who you're running from, me or you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You’re too confused to open up, feel the way I do. I want to know who you're thinking of ‘cause I really have no clue. Another game of charades. Don't you know everybody plays? I don't want to lose to you that way. Maybe we'll be different this time around. Maybe we'll be different I don't know. Don't want to strangle this, so I'm holding back for now. Calm down, don't take it too far. I know only time can heal scars. So I'm ready when you are, when you are. I'm ready when you are. Don't want any false starts. I can do without the time apart. So I'm ready when you are, when you are. Are you having trouble keeping up? You know that I will wait. I wonder if it's good enough to make you stay. You're too confused to open up. You don't know what to say. Well you can tell me, I won't be far away. I want to know if you're thinking of me. I'll be counting the hours even though I know I'm free. Too soon to take a chance. No more questions left to ask. I could be anything, but the one thing I'm not sure you want to be. Calm down, don't take it too far. I know only time can heal scars. So I'm ready when you are, when you are. I'm ready when you are. Calm down. Don't want any false starts. I can do without the time apart. So I'm ready when you are, when you are. I'm ready when you are. Calm down, I'm ready when you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Trouble keeping up yes... i'm scared of me... i'm scared i'll screw up so what do i do screw up more... i'm trying really hard... i'll get there... i promise. I want to hear you say that you're ready when i am.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-1754942075421580109?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1754942075421580109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=1754942075421580109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/1754942075421580109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/1754942075421580109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-wish-youd-say-and-how-i-feel.html' title='What I wish you&apos;d say and how i feel...'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-8149141225003346499</id><published>2008-12-06T15:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T15:59:14.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>White Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Say you’re sorry that face of an angel comes out just when you need it to. As I pace back and forth, all this time cause I honestly believed in you. Holdin' on the days drag on, stupid girl I should have known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale. I'm not the one you sweep off her feet, lead her up the stairwell. This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town. I was a dreamer before you went and let me down. Now it's too late for you and your white horse to come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was naive, got lost in your eyes, and never really had a chance. My mistake, I didn't know to be in love you had to fight to have the upper hand. I had so many dreams about you and me. Happy endings, well now I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale. I'm not the one you sweep off her feet, lead her up the stairwell. This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town. I was a dreamer before you went and let me down. Now it's too late for you and your white horse to come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you are on your knees. Begging for forgiveness, begging for me. Just like I always wanted but, I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not your princess. This ain't a fairytale. I'm gonna find someone some day, who might actually treat me well. This is a big world. That was a small town, there in my rearview mirror disappearing now. It’s too late for you and your white horse to catch me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-taylor swift- white horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;You broke my heart too many times for it to heal now. I'm not your princess you said I was only one man's princess, remember? Well, it goes for you too. I'm done. I loved you. I did, but you weren't sorry back then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-8149141225003346499?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8149141225003346499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=8149141225003346499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/8149141225003346499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/8149141225003346499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/12/white-horse.html' title='White Horse'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-786820896879509032</id><published>2008-11-30T19:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:15:54.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i never wanted the stars...</title><content type='html'>The last time I saw her was the night she said goodbye. She said that love's a stranger and it's sure to pass you by. As she packed up her belongings, she wouldn't look me in the eye, but I could see a tear roll off her face. As we both tried so hard not to cry she said, “I never wanted the stars, I never shot for the moon, I like them right where they are. All I wanted was you, so baby; just turn away because I can't face the truth. All I'm trying to say is all I wanted was you.”&lt;br /&gt;-I Want You - Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;I want you. All I ever wanted was you. I didn't ever need presents. I want love, your love. I want you to show me, tell me how you feel. I want to see it in your eyes. I want to hear it in your voice. I want to fall in love with you all over again every time you look in my eyes. Honey, I just want you. It's not too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-786820896879509032?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/786820896879509032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=786820896879509032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/786820896879509032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/786820896879509032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-never-wanted-stars.html' title='i never wanted the stars...'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-515319970998686712</id><published>2008-11-24T16:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:26:57.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love the way you hold me, you hold me so tight I can’t move. It’s like everything I’ve ever known is a lie and you’re the simple truth. Is it a dream? Or is it real? All I know is you make me feel so beautiful. I love how soft you touch my skin, like you’re touching the wings of a butterfly. I wish we could just lock ourselves away in a room, where there was no such thing as time. I’ve never let anyone get this close. I’ve always been afraid, but you break down every wall and yet I feel so safe. Every part of who I am is so in love because what I have is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;beautiful-faith hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-515319970998686712?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/515319970998686712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=515319970998686712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/515319970998686712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/515319970998686712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/beautiful.html' title='beautiful'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-174312629588738722</id><published>2008-11-24T16:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:12:04.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>last call</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I recognized your number, it’s burned into my brain. I felt my heart beating faster, every time it rang. Some things never change, that’s why I didn’t answer. I bet you’re in a bar, listening to a country song, glass of Johnny Walker Red, with no one to take you home. They are probably closing down, saying, “No more alcohol.” ‘Cause I’m always your last call. I don’t need to check that message, I know what it says, “Baby, I still love you,” don’t mean anything when there’s whiskey on your breath. That’s the only love I get. So if you’re calling, I bet you’re in a bar. Listening to a cheating song, glass of Johnny Walker Red, with no one to take you home, they are probably closing down, saying no more alcohol. I bet you’re in a bar, because I’m always your last call. Call me crazy but I think maybe we’ve had our last call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Last Call, LeAnn Womack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've had our last call. i'm sorry you miss me. i'm sorry you think after all these years it's still there. i don't love you. we've had our last call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-174312629588738722?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/174312629588738722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=174312629588738722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/174312629588738722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/174312629588738722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-call.html' title='last call'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-2327661902288960117</id><published>2008-11-23T21:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:51:55.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I think it was me, it must of been me. I guess I did something wrong. I tried too hard, wanted too much. I guess that's why he's gone. I lost my pride, I fought and cried. I felt like a little kid. What's wrong with me? I still can't believe, I did the things I did. I couldn't change him, he was gonna break my heart. I saw it coming. I knew it from the start. But when you love someone like that, when you give what you can't take back. When you love with all your heart and soul, it's so hard to let it go. When you love someone like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;~Girl it ain't right, it just ain't right. Don't tell yourself that it was you. You followed your heart, you gave it your best. There's nothing more you can do. Guys like him are like the wind, and you know it's just too bad. They blow in and out again, and never know what they had. Girl, I can tell you, he'll do the same to someone else. It ain't about you, so don't be so hard on yourself. 'Cause when you love someone like that, when you give what you can't take back. When you love with all your heart and soul, it's so hard to let it go. When you love someone like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-2327661902288960117?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2327661902288960117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=2327661902288960117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/2327661902288960117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/2327661902288960117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-you-love.html' title='When You Love'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-4777062474593249551</id><published>2008-11-20T02:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T02:36:14.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday You'll Know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ninety miles outside Chicago, I can't stop driving, I don't know why. So many questions...I need an answer. A year later, you're still on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Whatever happened to Amelia Earhart? Who holds the stars up in the sky? Is true love just once in a lifetime? Did the captain of the Titanic cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Someday we'll know if love can move a mountain. Someday we'll know why the sky is blue. Someday we'll know why I wasn't meant for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Does anybody know the way to Atlantis, or what the wind says when she cries? I'm speeding by the place where I met you for the ninety-seventh time tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Someday we'll know why Sampson loved Delilah. One day I'll go dancing on the moon. Someday you'll know that I am the one for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Open up the world. I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow, watched the stars crash in the sea. If I could ask God just one question; why aren't you here with me tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Someday we'll know why Sampson loved Delilah. One day I'll go dancing on the moon. Someday you'll know that I am the one for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-4777062474593249551?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4777062474593249551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=4777062474593249551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/4777062474593249551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/4777062474593249551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/someday.html' title='Someday You&apos;ll Know.'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-5579905941062531845</id><published>2008-11-20T02:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T02:05:42.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it only hurts</title><content type='html'>it only hurts when i'm breathing, my heart only breaks when it's beating, my dreams only die when i'm dreaming, so i hold my breath to forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-5579905941062531845?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5579905941062531845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=5579905941062531845&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/5579905941062531845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/5579905941062531845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-only-hurts.html' title='it only hurts'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-7250003907749103555</id><published>2008-11-17T16:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:48:08.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What day is it? And in what month? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't keep up and I can't back down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've been losing so much time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm tripping on words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You've got my head spinning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't know where to go from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There's something about you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't quite figure out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and me and all other people with nothing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-7250003907749103555?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7250003907749103555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=7250003907749103555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7250003907749103555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7250003907749103555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-day-is-it-and-in-what-month-this.html' title='Me and You'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-7703880411270838515</id><published>2008-10-21T02:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T02:43:55.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run. Save me they're trying to tell me how to feel. This love is difficult but it's real. Don't be afraid; we'll make it out of this mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-7703880411270838515?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7703880411270838515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=7703880411270838515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7703880411270838515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7703880411270838515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/10/romeo-take-me-somewhere-we-can-be-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-1378553100014022896</id><published>2008-10-21T02:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T02:33:29.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home.</title><content type='html'>why can't i just say i quit when things get to hard. or i want to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm surrounded by a million people, and i feel so alone, i just wanna go home. i miss you, you know. let me go home, i've had my run, baby i'm done, i'm coming home. it will all be alright, i'm coming home tonight." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. no matter who i'm surrounded by. i just wanna go home. home as in where my heart is. baby i wanna come home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'They say the first time won’t ever last. But that didn’t stop me, the first time he laughed. All my friends tried to warn me the day that we met, “Girl, don’t you lose your heart yet.” But his dark eyes dared me with danger. And sparks fly like flame to a paper. Fire in his touch burning me up, but still I  held on. I was already gone. Life is a runaway train you can’t wait to jump on.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone. My heart is yours, and no matter what they say it always will be. I'm already yours. From the first day we met. I'm not giving up. I love you and I miss you and I want to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-1378553100014022896?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1378553100014022896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=1378553100014022896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/1378553100014022896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/1378553100014022896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/10/home.html' title='Home.'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-3915308121778931695</id><published>2008-10-20T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T02:40:18.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearless</title><content type='html'>There's something about the way the street looks when it's just rained. There’s a glow off the pavement walk me to the car, and you know I wanna ask you to dance right there in the middle of the parking lot. We're driving down the road, I wonder if you know, I'm trying so hard not to get caught up now, absent mindedly making me want you. And I don't know how it gets better than this. You take my hand and drag me head first. Fearless. And I don't know why but with you I'd dance in a storm in my best dress. Fearless. So baby drive slow, until we run out of road in this one horse town. I wanna stay right here in this passenger’s seat. You put your eyes on me in this moment now capture every memory. Well you stood there with me in the doorway, my hands shake, I'm not usually this way but you pull me in &amp; I’m a little braver. It’s the first kiss, it's flawless, really something, it’s fearless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-3915308121778931695?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3915308121778931695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=3915308121778931695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/3915308121778931695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/3915308121778931695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/10/fearless.html' title='Fearless'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-1733566123754098539</id><published>2008-10-16T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:50:00.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love to be your last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;If I had it my way, this would be the first time that you made love. I'd be the first man that your hands touched. But we'd both done our share of living. Taking chances we were given. I've never been big on looking back. I don't care if I'm your first love. But I'd love to be your last. If I could do it over, I'd have waited for this moment to give my heart to you unbroken, but if our mistakes brought us together. Doesn't really matter whether, we were saints or sinners in the past. I don't care if I'm your first love. I'd just love to be your last. All I know is what I see when I look at you. And all I see is what I'm feeling down inside. And all I'm feeling is the feeling that I finally got it right. When I wake up tomorrow. I'm going to throw my arms around you. Thank my lucky stars I found you. Because I know your heart has so much more than any man has touched before that. Nothing matters more to me than that. I don't care if I'm your first love, but I'd love to be your last.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Clay Walker, I'd Love to be your Last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-1733566123754098539?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1733566123754098539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=1733566123754098539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/1733566123754098539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/1733566123754098539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-to-be-your-last.html' title='Love to be your last.'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-2190356065208416636</id><published>2008-10-15T10:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:56:32.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Romeo save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel; this love is difficult, but it's real. Don't be afraid; we'll make it out of this mess. It's a love story, baby just say yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-2190356065208416636?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2190356065208416636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=2190356065208416636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/2190356065208416636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/2190356065208416636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/10/romeo-save-me-theyre-trying-to-tell-me.html' title=''/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-3264411095017843327</id><published>2008-10-13T09:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:33:18.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car. I look around turn the radio down. He says baby is there something wrong? I say no I was just thinking how we don't have a song. And he says, our song is the slamming screen door, sneaking out late tapping on your window. Our song is the way you laugh, the first date, "man I didn't kiss her and I should've."&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day had gone all wrong and been trampled on and lost and thrown away. Got to the hallway, well on my way to my bed, I almost didn't notice all the roses and the note that said... "I've heard every album, listened to the radio waited for something as good as our song. Our song is sneaking out late, tapping on your window. The way you laugh. Nothings as good as our song."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-3264411095017843327?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3264411095017843327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=3264411095017843327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/3264411095017843327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/3264411095017843327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-song.html' title='Our Song'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-4202427703776080957</id><published>2008-10-12T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:01:34.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Like Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;She's beautiful in her simple little way. She understands she don't let go of anything even when the pain gets really bad. Guess I should've been more like that. I guess I should've been more like her. Forgiving you, she's stronger than I am. You love her and she loves you with all she has. I guess I should've been more like that.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You can wish all you want, you can miss what you THOUGHT you had. Go ahead. Say all that you want. Make as many references as you please... He's still with me. Trying to be me won't work, because there only is one me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I know what you're doing. You think you're going to ruin what I've got, but you're not. I'll teach you a lesson. If you go to messing with my man, you don't stand a chance. I know you've waited a long time for him. But you missed your chance. You're too late. So before you go and make your move. Me and you need to get a few things straight. There is two ways we can do this... You can take it somewhere else or we can take this outside. Is that clear enough? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You aren't going to ruin this with fancy words and manipulate you're way back in. You don't stand a chance. You think you had him... He was mine even when you thought he was yours... either back off or lets take this outside. I've had it. I'm not falling for the angel act... Whatever you have to prove to yourself do it somewhere else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-4202427703776080957?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4202427703776080957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=4202427703776080957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/4202427703776080957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/4202427703776080957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-like-her.html' title='More Like Me?'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-5762497859052823719</id><published>2008-10-01T13:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:30:55.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not ready to make nice i'm not ready to back down i'm mad as hell and i'm not going to do what it is you think i should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-5762497859052823719?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5762497859052823719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=5762497859052823719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/5762497859052823719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/5762497859052823719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-not-ready-to-make-nice-im-not-ready.html' title=''/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-7408190292153684351</id><published>2008-09-27T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T17:57:40.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you to know.</title><content type='html'>Lying here beside you in the dark, I feel the steady rhythm of your heart, feel your face against my shoulder breath upon my skin. Ambers barely smoldered I make love to you again. Nothing in this world compares to this. The way our bodies fit, the way we kiss, passion beneath your nails just answer my desire. Seems that I am more less consumed here in your fire. Do you know how beautiful you are here in the afterglow? Do you know I'd walk through hell for you barefoot in burning coal. 1000 ways I love you and I need to know you know. Do you know how much it means to me the way you make me feel? Like I could soar the heavens gathering shooting stars lace them in a bouquet in a rainbow. Everything that's happening to me is what you are. Something deep inside me tells me that you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I love you always will. I know you know. I just want it to reassure you again. We are perfect together always have been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-7408190292153684351?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7408190292153684351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=7408190292153684351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7408190292153684351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7408190292153684351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-you-to-know.html' title='I need you to know.'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-6715149555359489774</id><published>2008-09-22T19:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:25:42.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Can't Have Your Love</title><content type='html'>It's hard to remember a time when I didn't have you, when I didn't have nothing but a cold bed to come to at night. That was all I knew, until there was you and then you took my world and turned it all around. I couldn't live without you now. Baby, if I can't have your love, if I can't feel your touch I got nothing. Baby, if I can't taste your kiss then I don't exist, I got nothing. No I can't imagine living life without you. I can't imagine living life without your love. I wake up with you by my side, can't let go, I can't even bear the thought of you in another’s eyes. I would lose control, I would die, ‘cause now you're in my heart and I can't let you out. I gotta keep you here somehow. Baby, if I can't have your love, if I can't feel your touch I got nothing. Baby, if I can't taste your kiss then I don't exist, I got nothing. If I can't be yours, I wouldn't know who I am, I got nothing. No, I can't imagine living life without you. I can't imagine living life without your love, 'cause I can't imagine living life without you. I can't imagine living life without your love. Believe me baby I don't mean to doubt you, but if you ever leave, that would be the end of me, baby. Baby, if I can't feel your touch I got nothing. Baby, if I can't taste your kiss then I don't exist, I got nothing. If I can't be yours, I wouldn't know who I am. I'd be nothing. Baby, if I can't have your love, if I can't feel your touch. I got nothing. No, I can't imagine living life without you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I think this is self explanatory. You mean so much to me. Forever. Always. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-6715149555359489774?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6715149555359489774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=6715149555359489774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/6715149555359489774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/6715149555359489774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-i-cant-have-your-love.html' title='If I Can&apos;t Have Your Love'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-7722055894014433482</id><published>2008-09-15T23:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:49:33.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did i have you from hello?</title><content type='html'>At the mirror you fix your hair and put your makeup on&lt;br /&gt;You’re insecure about what clothes to wear&lt;br /&gt;I cant see nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me you look so beautiful when you can’t make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;Its half past eight, its getting late&lt;br /&gt;Its ok, take your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing here my hands in my pockets&lt;br /&gt;Like I have a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back it took one breath&lt;br /&gt;One word to change my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw you it felt like coming home&lt;br /&gt;If I never told you I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;You had me from hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we walk into a crowded room its like were all alone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody tries to kidnap your attention&lt;br /&gt;You just smile and steal the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You come to me and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;We start dancing slow&lt;br /&gt;You put your lips up to my ear and whisper way down low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first time I saw you it felt like coming home&lt;br /&gt;If I never told you I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;You had me from hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you’re laying down beside me&lt;br /&gt;I feel your heartbeat to remind me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw you it felt like coming home&lt;br /&gt;If I never told you I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;You had me from hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- did i have you from hello... when i took my time did it bother you... have i ever made you feel this way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-7722055894014433482?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7722055894014433482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=7722055894014433482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7722055894014433482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7722055894014433482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/09/did-i-have-you-from-hello.html' title='Did i have you from hello?'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-8685777233971652777</id><published>2008-09-10T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:31:03.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Till We Ain't Strangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;It might be hard to be lovers but it's harder to be friends. Baby, pull down the covers, it's time you let me in. Maybe light a couple candles, I'll just go ahead and lock the door. If you just talk to me baby, ‘till we ain't strangers anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay your head on my pillow I sit beside you on the bed. Don't you think its time we say some things we haven't said? It ain't too late to get back to that place, back to where, we thought it was before. Why don't you look at me, ‘till we ain't strangers anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to love me, sometimes it's hard to love you too. I know it's hard believing that love can pull us through. It would be so easy to live your life with one foot out the door, just hold me baby, ‘till we ain't strangers anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to find forgiveness, when we just turn out the light. It's hard to say you're sorry when you can't tell wrong from right. It would be so easy to spend your whole damn life just keeping score. So let's get down to it baby there ain't no need to lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me who you think you see when you look into my eyes. Lets put our two hearts back together and we'll leave the broken pieces on the floor. Make love with me baby, ‘till we ain't strangers anymore. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  - 'Till We Ain't Strangers Anymore - Bon Jovi w/ LeAnn Rimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. Let's put "us" back together, forget the pain in the past. Lets leave the broken pieces on the floor and put our hearts back together. Talk to me, look at me, hold me, and make love to me baby until we aren't strangers anymore. I don't know how two people that were so close become so far apart. Baby, I don't want to be strangers anymore. I love you, it's time you let me in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-8685777233971652777?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8685777233971652777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=8685777233971652777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/8685777233971652777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/8685777233971652777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/06/till-we-aint-strangers.html' title='&apos;Till We Ain&apos;t Strangers'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-1917674875497632721</id><published>2008-09-06T02:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T02:03:17.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I sit here I wonder, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When will I breathe my last breath&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will I have a chance to say good bye&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What if this is the last day I have left&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Did I tell you I love you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or did I assume you knew&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Did I tell you that I wish you didn’t hurt&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That I’ll always be there&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t stop the pain&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t decide for you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you want to be here&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s your decision too&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One more day, just a thought&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hold me all day, or just kiss me goodnight&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s your pick honey, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just tell me you’ll be alright&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t cry I know it’s hard&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m not afraid to let go of life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m scared to tell you goodbye&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m sorry I wish I could be your wife&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life is too short for regrets &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hope this isn’t a mistake&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want to hurt you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But it’s a chance you take&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You don’t have to stay&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know you care &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s ok if it hurts too much&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know you can’t always be there&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love you, forever and for always&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just in case you need to hear&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Please remember I’m not far away&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m with you always, and I’ll always be there&lt;font style=""&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;- Another poem I wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-1917674875497632721?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1917674875497632721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=1917674875497632721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/1917674875497632721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/1917674875497632721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-breath.html' title='Last Breath'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-5316603188950553528</id><published>2008-09-03T08:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:21:30.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Still Here</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night that you came to me on silver wings, and I flew away with you on a painted sky. And I woke up wondering what was real, is what you see and touch or what you feel? Because you're still here; you're everywhere we've ever been. You're still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I know it wasn't a dream. I know that you were beside me holding me once again. Perfect, like it's always been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the middle of the night and saw you sleeping. I was hoping you were dreaming about me. I kissed your cheek and said “I love you.” You reached for me and then you mumbled “I love you too, is everything ok?” I said I’m fine baby, go back to sleep. I’ve just been thinking life is changing around us and I hope you believe. I’ll still be me; just a normal girl from small town nowhere. I’ll still hold your hand, I’ll still be me. If you can count on one thing, I’ll be here; the same girl that you’ve known for centuries. I’ll still be me. Empires could rise and fall, the sun could swallow the moon; and I don’t hold a crystal ball. But I promise you; I’ll still be me, just a normal girl from small town nowhere. I’ll still hold your hand, kiss you goodnight, I’ll still be me. If you can count on one thing, I’ll be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I love you, no matter what happens or where we end up. I will always love you. I'll still be me, the one that you've always loved. I love how that never changes. In your eyes, I will always just be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps i will always love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-5316603188950553528?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5316603188950553528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=5316603188950553528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/5316603188950553528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/5316603188950553528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/09/youre-still-here.html' title='You&apos;re Still Here'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-7820841965435470797</id><published>2008-08-27T12:21:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:59:09.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ps i love you</title><content type='html'>Baby why'd you leave me? Why'd you have to go? I was counting on forever, now I'll never know. I can't even breathe. It's like I'm looking from a distance standing in the background and everybody's saying, he's not coming home now. This can't be happening to me. This is just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can't promise you forever, I can't promise you tomorrow. I can't promise you anything. I can tell you I love you. I thought that this was all just a dream. That tomorrow I would wake up and it would all be gone. Now, I look at the possibilities and realize, for you, it can't be easy. You say you love me... I know you do. But can you really be a friend? We were meant to be lovers, weren't we? I can't change the past, but I can change the small future I do have. I know my chance is gone.... probably for good. But I keep praying that somehow, someway, you'll find a way back to me someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you’ll find me someday.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been lost and looking forever,&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s just the price I pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i guess when i figure things out... it's just too late....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy it's been all this time, and I still can't get you off my mind, and nobody knows it but me. I stare at your picture, still sleep in the shirt you left, and nobody knows it but me. Everyday I wipe my tears away, so many nights I've prayed for you to say, "I should've been chasing you, I should've been trying to prove, that you were all that mattered to me. I should've said all the things that i kept inside of me and maybe, I could have made you believe, that what we had was all we'd ever need." My friends thing I'm moving on, but the truth is I'm not that strong. And nobody knows it but me. I've kept all the letters you sent... In a box underneath my bed, and nobody knows it but me. But if you're happy, I'll  get through this somehow. But the truth is.... I should've been chasing you, I should've been trying to prove that you were all that mattered to me. I should have said all the things that I kept inside of me and maybe, I could have made you believe that what we had was all we'd ever need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wish I would have said the things I needed to say. I wish I wasn't so good at hiding the truth, because maybe you'd know how much you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy saying this to you. It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do, but boy before you go, I want you to know. I wish you strength when times are hard. I wish with all my heart you find what you're looking for. I wish you joy, I wish you peace, and every star you see is within your reach, and I wish you still loved me. I wish that things were different you know that, but I'm still happy for the time we had. You mean the world to me, baby please believe. Losing you is tearing me apart, but a part of me with be with you no matter where you are. I wish you strength, when times are hard. I wish with all my heart you find just what you're looking for. I wish you joy, I wish you peace. But most of all I wish you still loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I want you to know that no matter what happens to me, no matter where I go... I want you above anything to be happy. I love you, very very much. There are days that are hard, and I think I'm not going to make it through. In the past all it took was a smile from you. Now when it's hard to breathe, I know you're not necessarily going to be there for me. It's the hardest thing I've ever done. Sit here and watch you go... I wish things were different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can let go. It's ok. How can I help you to tell me goodbye when the day comes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing.... just one.... Hopefully you can understand what this means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Holly, I don't have much time. I don't mean literally, I mean you're out buying ice cream and you'll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn't to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It's to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful... literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I'm just one chapter in yours. There'll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don't be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends. P.S. I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ps i will always love you. i know i don't have much time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-7820841965435470797?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7820841965435470797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=7820841965435470797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7820841965435470797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/7820841965435470797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/08/ps-i-love-you.html' title='ps i love you'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-1187480402253427270</id><published>2008-08-26T15:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:47:15.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't help but feel you're done... you're gone, that you're moving on. Just so you know, I love you. Always have, always will. I wish I could have said all the things I couldn't say before. I was stupid, and stubborn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-1187480402253427270?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1187480402253427270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=1187480402253427270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/1187480402253427270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/1187480402253427270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cant-help-but-feel-youre-done.html' title=''/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-2283414697918471786</id><published>2008-08-22T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:23:43.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner at a losing game</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Baby, look here at me, have you ever seen me this way? I’ve been fumbling for words through the tears and the hurt and the pain. I’m gonna lay it all out on the line tonight and I think that it’s time to tell this uphill fight goodbye. Have you ever had to love someone that just don’t feel the same? Tryin’ to make somebody care for you the way I do is like tryin’ to catch the rain. And if love is really forever I’m a winner at a losin’ game. I know that baby, you tried to find me somewhere inside of you but you know you can’t lie, you can’t hide the truth. Sometimes two hearts just can’t dance to the same beat so I’ll pack up my things and I’ll take what remains of me. I know that I’ll never be the one that you need or love. Baby, it’s killin’ me to stand here and see I’m not what you’ve been dreamin’ of. If love is really forever, I’m a winner at a losin’ game.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  ~ Am I really? Or is there still a chance...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-2283414697918471786?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2283414697918471786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=2283414697918471786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/2283414697918471786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/2283414697918471786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/08/winner-at-losing-game.html' title='Winner at a losing game'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-6415344807150662333</id><published>2008-08-21T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:42:18.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I still miss you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I've talked to friends, I've talked to myself, I've talked to God, I prayed liked hell but I still miss you. I tried sober I tried drinking. I've been strong and I've been weak and I still miss you. I've done everything move on like I'm supposed to. I'd give anything for one more minute with you. I still miss you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I don't know how I'm going to do this. But I can't hurt you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise girl kisses, but doesn't love, and leaves before she is left. - Marylin Monroe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-6415344807150662333?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6415344807150662333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=6415344807150662333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/6415344807150662333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/6415344807150662333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-still-miss-you.html' title='I still miss you...'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-6436620439985979786</id><published>2008-08-20T22:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:42:32.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye...</title><content type='html'>i never meant to hurt you. i don't know how this got so painful. it's ok to let go. sometimes the rest of your life starts with goodbye.... if you have to.... it's ok... you can let go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-6436620439985979786?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6436620439985979786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=6436620439985979786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/6436620439985979786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/6436620439985979786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/08/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye...'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-4174239887592447792</id><published>2008-08-19T22:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:29:07.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't live a lie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;Lately nothing I do ever seems to please you and maybe turning my back would be that much easier. Because hurtful words are all that we exchange but I can't watch you walk away. Can I forget about the way it feels to touch you? And all about the good times that we've been through? Could I wake up without you every day? Would I let you walk away? No, I can't learn to live without and I can't give up on us now. Oh, I know I could say we're through and tell myself I'm over you. But even if I made a vow, a promise not to miss you, and try to hide the truth inside, I'd fail because I, I just can't live a lie. Could I forget the look that tells me that you want me? And all the reasons that make loving you so easy? The kiss that always makes it hard to breathe, the way you know just what I mean? No, I can't learn to live without. Don't you give up on us now…I know I could say we're through and tell myself I'm over you. But even if I made a vow, a promise not to miss you, and try to hide the truth inside; I’d fail because I, I just can’t live a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tunga;"&gt;~ I know I can’t live and truly live if I’m living a lie. I don’t want to give up on us. I can’t learn to live without you. I could tell myself I’m over you but no matter what promise I made I’d still miss you. I just can’t live a lie. I can’t let you walk away, I can’t forget the way you look at me when you want me, and loving you has always been so easy. I can’t give up on us now. No matter how hard it gets… I can’t let go. I’d rather fight with you than be with anyone else… I guess what I'm saying is let me let go.  Let me follow my heart, no matter what the consequences are. I love you. Don't make me live a lie. You know I love you. Forever and for always.  . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-4174239887592447792?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4174239887592447792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=4174239887592447792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/4174239887592447792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/4174239887592447792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cant-live-lie.html' title='I can&apos;t live a lie...'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781088548618649810.post-3165393569417009480</id><published>2008-08-12T20:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:31:27.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times, hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best. I was born to be stubborn, to be a little bit bitchy, and to push myself. I was taught to never take life for granted, to live a little, to love with everything I had, and to never give up, but most of all fight for myself. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Maybe we are so much about what we do, but rather what we're capable of when we least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Take me as I am and appreciate me as I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781088548618649810-3165393569417009480?l=beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3165393569417009480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781088548618649810&amp;postID=3165393569417009480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/3165393569417009480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781088548618649810/posts/default/3165393569417009480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful21disaster.blogspot.com/2008/08/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222371424644615393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSXLplMAnek/SXQQpDV1N-I/AAAAAAAAABU/KjB6zFJ-1Vs/S220/chels+color.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
