<?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-7626635215049681452</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:18:28.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge Of The Nerds. (:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626635215049681452/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leigh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160319210436777175</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/_HdV13RNppGk/S-MAkbgJVoI/AAAAAAAAADU/Z7gMTTMdlEE/S220/6495023126a12481748773l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626635215049681452.post-7842237596394799844</id><published>2010-05-06T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T13:08:23.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lyrical lies - cute is what we aim for.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;an old man gave me a tips, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he said, 'dont waste your time with politics',&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he said, 'just chase skirts instead..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;life is too short + your almost dead.', &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he said, 'i met a woman once, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gave her my best shot, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but never did i talk and talk and talk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i had her back, i'd be as real as my age.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i so dont blame them, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wouldnt do the same, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i can blame them, i'd sing her this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you want to be dressed in poetry, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but imagery doesnt fit, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you want to be resizing, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but darling dear, get a grip.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lyrical Lies - Cute Is What We Aim For.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyones a let down, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it just depends on how far down they can go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in every circle of friends, theres a whore, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the one who flirts and does a little more, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but whos to say?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is a social scene anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and everyone wants to explore the new girl, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;caught up in her own hard liquor world, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but liquor doesnt exist in my world, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but liquor doesnt exist in my world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if you lie, you dont deserve to have friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you lie, you dont deserve to have them, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you lie, you dont deserve to have friends,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you lie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are a sellout, but you couldnt even do that right, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so your price tag has been slashed, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now your chillin' on a half price clearance rack.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Newport Living - Cute Is What We Aim For.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know something you dont, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it comes and goes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like the strength in your bones, woah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so, keep your mind at a rest, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ill never let the two of us be friends, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;does it hurt...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;underdog, just look at the mess you've made, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its such a shame, a shame, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we had to find out this way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you must have, the must have moment in your hands, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and its sad to think, this season im gonna change, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just not face to face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it aint broke, so dont fix it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;does it hurt...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;underdog, just look at the mess you've made, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its such a shame, a shame, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we had to find out this way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;revenge loves company, three makes it a crowd, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so wash your mouth and sit this one out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and im down, down but definately not out, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah, why did you call me again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i bet, i bet we dont make it, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause i never take advice from my friends,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;friends in very high places.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they're only making bets to themselves, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;selves, so very very selfish, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we'll keep you in mind in the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Underdog - You Me At Six.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;three whole words and eight letters late, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that would have worked, on me yesteday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're not the same, i wish that could change..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it cant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i say your name, and in the same breath, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i say something, that i'll grow to regret.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so keep your hands on your chest and sing with me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that we dont wanna believe/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause i dont know who i am, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when your running curcles in my head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i dont know who you are, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when your sleeping in someone elses bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fireworks - You Me At Six.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will add more soon, when i can be assed.&lt;br /&gt;promises. (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626635215049681452-7842237596394799844?l=yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com/feeds/7842237596394799844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com/2010/05/lyrical-lies-cute-is-what-we-aim-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626635215049681452/posts/default/7842237596394799844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626635215049681452/posts/default/7842237596394799844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com/2010/05/lyrical-lies-cute-is-what-we-aim-for.html' title='lyrical lies - cute is what we aim for.'/><author><name>Leigh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160319210436777175</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/_HdV13RNppGk/S-MAkbgJVoI/AAAAAAAAADU/Z7gMTTMdlEE/S220/6495023126a12481748773l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626635215049681452.post-380567309262718650</id><published>2010-05-06T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T11:05:22.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twitter;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;follow my twiiter, yeah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/nastyhabits"&gt;www.twitter.com/nastyhabits&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the underdash on the link doesnt want to show up, so put an underdash at the end? xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pretty pweese? :3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ILOVEYOU. [:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626635215049681452-380567309262718650?l=yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com/feeds/380567309262718650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com/2010/05/twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626635215049681452/posts/default/380567309262718650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626635215049681452/posts/default/380567309262718650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com/2010/05/twitter.html' title='twitter;'/><author><name>Leigh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160319210436777175</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/_HdV13RNppGk/S-MAkbgJVoI/AAAAAAAAADU/Z7gMTTMdlEE/S220/6495023126a12481748773l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626635215049681452.post-2386910724921562770</id><published>2009-10-08T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:18:46.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hehe, well been abonding this thingy for quite some times. But Im back now. =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soo, been thinking bout getting a tattoo from my friend. He's got a tattooing machine and he's been tattooing himself and his brother trying to get the hang of it. But, oh well, I trust him. I was thinking maybe a little star or a tiny music not just behind the bottom of my ear. YES, I KNOW IM UNDER-AGE! But Im only gonna show it to people I trust. If I decide to get it that is. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I've got in shit at school for not wearing uniform. AGAIN. I wish they would give up already!! I didn't wear uniform then and I won't wear it now! So suck on my non-existent DICK! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Hollywood Undead is not offensive. =/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626635215049681452-2386910724921562770?l=yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com/feeds/2386910724921562770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com/2009/10/thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626635215049681452/posts/default/2386910724921562770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626635215049681452/posts/default/2386910724921562770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com/2009/10/thursday.html' title='Thursday (:'/><author><name>Leigh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160319210436777175</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/_HdV13RNppGk/S-MAkbgJVoI/AAAAAAAAADU/Z7gMTTMdlEE/S220/6495023126a12481748773l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626635215049681452.post-9000622235494080457</id><published>2009-07-21T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T06:33:42.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yeaa, erm my life is pretty boring but still I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday was soooo cool! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me, my little sister and my big brothers went to the beach =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then the carnivals =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we kinda played laser tag &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you count running in, and then getting chased out then yeaa. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we were at the beach me + steven found a crabs leg, + lesley (My little sister, who's 10 btw.) didn't know what we were talking about when we said that it came off of craig. (: lol lmao =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we went to see Ice Age 3D =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was amazingggggg (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We got some amazing &lt;strong&gt;NERD&lt;/strong&gt; glasses!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love them so much! xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it was so funny when we started throwing popcorn at random people!! =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ We got some weird looks from almost everyone in the cinema, cause we kept giggling at thee stupidest things!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND WE SEEN A SPONGEBOB STATUE!! =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Totally gonna see G-Force ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x x x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626635215049681452-9000622235494080457?l=yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com/feeds/9000622235494080457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com/2009/07/monday-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626635215049681452/posts/default/9000622235494080457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626635215049681452/posts/default/9000622235494080457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com/2009/07/monday-d.html' title='Monday =D'/><author><name>Leigh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160319210436777175</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/_HdV13RNppGk/S-MAkbgJVoI/AAAAAAAAADU/Z7gMTTMdlEE/S220/6495023126a12481748773l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626635215049681452.post-5779646145453103341</id><published>2009-07-20T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:53:17.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathless</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I found this cool ... book kinda thingy, it's called Breathless + it's by V.J. Chambers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway it does sound kinda ... well crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;it is the 2nd best book I've ever read (Twilight being the 1st) ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's ace at the start + it get's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;better. =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's so cool, my personal opinoin is it's amazing, it gives you so much to think about! And if you like twilight you'll love this! And I know I sound nerdy ... I usually do though, so you'll get used to it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love Jason ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And he is actually very, very interesting ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AND HE REMINDS ME OF EDWARD CULLEN (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb ;;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jason races into Azazel's life--sweaty, tortured, and hunted by covert forces. Even though her football-player boyfriend doesn't like it, Azazel is drawn to Jason. He's so complicated. He gets in fistfights, but always wins them--efficiently and thoroughly. He reads Plato and argues with their AP teacher. But he's also quiet and serious, haunted by a past he won't talk about. Azazel feels obsessed. She can't let anything get in the way of finding out Jason's secrets, not even her boyfriend, her friends, or her parents. Most importantly, no matter how dangerous Jason claims it is for her to be near him, she can't let him leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As menace begins to surface from even the most trusted and familiar places, Azazel finds herself flung into a whirlwind of sinister motives and clandestine proceedings. Though Azazel evades each escalating danger, her feelings for Jason may prove to be the greatest danger of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So check it out!! 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Pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Tell me where our time went&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if it was time well spent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just don't let me fall asleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling empty again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I fear I might break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I fear I can't take it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight I'll lie awake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can feel the pressure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's getting closer now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're better off without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can feel the pressure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's getting closer now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're better off without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that I'm losing hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there's nothing else to show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all of the days that we spent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carried away from home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some things I'll never know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I had to let them go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sitting all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can feel the pressure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's getting closer now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're better off without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can feel the pressure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's getting closer now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're better off without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Without you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some things I'll never know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I had to let them go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some things I'll never know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I had to let them go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sitting all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can feel the pressure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's getting closer now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're better off without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel the pressure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's getting closer now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're better off without me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626635215049681452-3557603016221180006?l=yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com/feeds/3557603016221180006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com/2009/07/paramore-pressure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626635215049681452/posts/default/3557603016221180006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626635215049681452/posts/default/3557603016221180006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com/2009/07/paramore-pressure.html' title='Paramore - Pressure'/><author><name>Leigh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160319210436777175</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/_HdV13RNppGk/S-MAkbgJVoI/AAAAAAAAADU/Z7gMTTMdlEE/S220/6495023126a12481748773l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626635215049681452.post-2795241575740379223</id><published>2009-07-11T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:54:15.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trace</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Like the sound of silence calling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear your voice and suddenly I'm falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost in a dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like the echoes of our souls are meeting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say those words and my heart stops beating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder what it means&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What could it be that comes over me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At times I can't move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At times I can hardly breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;The world goes still, so still inside and&lt;br /&gt;When you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, there's no one else alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I've always thought of&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how but I feel sheltered in your love&lt;br /&gt;You're where I belong&lt;br /&gt;And when you're with me if I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;There are times I swear I feel like I can fly&lt;br /&gt;For a moment in time&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between&lt;br /&gt;The heavens and earth&lt;br /&gt;I'm frozen in time&lt;br /&gt;Oh, when you say those words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;The world goes still, so still inside and&lt;br /&gt;When you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, there's no one else alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this journey that we're on&lt;br /&gt;How far we've come and I&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate every moment&lt;br /&gt;And when you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;That's all you have to say&lt;br /&gt;I'll always feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;The world goes still, so still inside and&lt;br /&gt;When you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;In that moment, I know why I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how I love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;FULL &lt;/strong&gt;CREDIT TO TRACE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x x x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626635215049681452-2795241575740379223?l=yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com/feeds/2795241575740379223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-sound-of-silence-calling-i-hear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626635215049681452/posts/default/2795241575740379223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626635215049681452/posts/default/2795241575740379223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlittledecoyx.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-sound-of-silence-calling-i-hear.html' title='Trace'/><author><name>Leigh.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160319210436777175</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/_HdV13RNppGk/S-MAkbgJVoI/AAAAAAAAADU/Z7gMTTMdlEE/S220/6495023126a12481748773l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
