Gave In

This is one of my songs that i performed with my band "dark haze" on one of our school farewells!

I wrote it myself! And NO i didn't lay off the poetry, i still write it, just not done it recently, been busy for exams! *curse the person who thought of the stupid idea of having exams!:-P *

I lived it,

I darnk it,

The poision of Life,

Lost all the dreams,

I forced the tears to run away,

Come close,

Give me your hand,

Why don't say any thing,

Walking in my life less shadow,

Eyes closed and the tears get shallow,

Thinking may be this is a mistake,

Thinking may be i should turn back,

But the life,

I stood for is gone,

And the tide,

Of my tears is low,

And the mistakes stand for,

The times i was gone,

I should have been there,

I could have been sincere,

And now the tide of this day is has disapeared.

In shalow water there's no life,

In tears of sacrafice there is,

Because once u give it all up,

The only thing in u is death,

No reason of living,

Just go ahead and kill me,

Lost in my thought's,

I cannot read urs,

I watched it watch me,

And now it's all gone.

But the life,

I stood for is gone,

And the tide,

Of my tears is low,

And the mistakes stand for,

The times i was gone,

I should have been there,

I could have been sincere,

And now the tide of this day is has disapeared.

I cannot see,

Cannot bring back what's gone,

Cannot breath,

Cannot see what's wrong,

You cannot breath,

Cannot sleep,

Cannot grieve.

But the life,

I stood for is gone,

And the tide,

Of my tears is low,

And the mistakes stand for,

The times i was gone,

I should have been there,

I could have been scencier,

And now the tide of this day is has disapeared.

I'm inside all the mistakes,

I'm crawling within this pain,

I can't stand all this shame,

And now Im stranded here alone in the rain.

:'( wasn't that sad! hehe.

Okay shit, my moms here! i have to leave!!!!

an absent-minded professor

bump!!hahaNo doubt about it, my fellow monk, Father Martin, was a bit of an absent-minded professor. He often filled in for sick priests at other parishes, and one Saturday he found himself on a train to a new destination, frantically searching his pockets for his ticket. "Forget about it, Father," said the conductor, recognizing him as a regular. "I'm sure you paid for a ticket." "I can't forget about the ticket," Father Martin replied nervously. "I need to know where I'm going." --------------dvd copy,--------dvd ripper, ------------------dvd to ipod,----------------dvd ripper,-------------------dvd software,-----------