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I wish my artistic abilities were existent.

My life is a bad Bon Jovi song.

I keep coming back here, and thinking of this song.

Lay your head on my pillow,
I'll sit beside you on the bed.
Don't you think its time we say
Some things we haven't said?
It's not 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?

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.

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.

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.

ah, formspring and its evils.

an·o·nym·i·ty (ān'ə-nĭm'ĭ-tē) noun.

1.The quality or state of being unknown or unacknowledged.
2.One that is unknown or unacknowledged.
3.a tool that when used on http://www.formspring.me/ sprouts hate and malevolent behavior. This tool is also completely useless if it is completely obvious who you are.

ah.

hard-hearted don't worry- I'm ready for the fight.
Unnerve, the nerve.
You're nervous,
nervous that I'm right.
Now, with your cause and affection on my mind,
I won't yield, throw caution into the blaze.
Now you know you know it now and so,
watch.
with a little friction,
I'll be under your clothes.
with a little focus,
I'll be under your skin.