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nobody@israblog.co.il (basket-case) — Mon, 24 Sep 2007 22:25:00 +0200

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nobody@israblog.co.il (basket-case) — Thu, 26 Apr 2007 21:23:00 +0200

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Rest

nobody@israblog.co.il (basket-case) — Tue, 30 Jan 2007 20:44:00 +0200

Hey can you hear me?I'm calling your nameHello? Or is this goodbye?The gleam in your eyesIt troubles my brainWill I see it again?So I can rest my headAngel...Angel! Dancing awayAs all of my thoughts get rearrangedAngel...Angel! Turning awayJust when thing seemTo have changedSo I can rest my head �� : �� '� ��. �� ..��..��?:P �� ..�� ..��.. �� ...�� ..�� !!*��

Road to Acceptance

nobody@israblog.co.il (basket-case) — Mon, 15 Jan 2007 20:23:00 +0200

I always waste my time just wonderingWhat the next man thinks of meI'll never do exactly what I wantAnd I'll sculpt my life for your acceptanceI always waste my time just wonderingWhat the next man thinks of meI'll never do exactly what I wantAnd I'll sculpt my life for your acceptanceAnd I feel forgottenFeel like rotting(Do you feel the same?)(Do you feel the same?)AdolescenceJust can't make sense(It's calling my name)(It's calling my name)I take a look aroundAnd all the things I've foundI call it blind hatredIf you'd stop a whileAnd maybe if you'd smileYou would realize thatWe're all the sameIt's just like our brainWhen it goes insaneWe feel the same painAll my life I've seemed to have this needI think at times it even turns to greedWe all want to join some familyWe'll even sacrifice a moral changing �� : �� '� ��. �� . �� . �� -��

Don't Leave Me

nobody@israblog.co.il (basket-case) — Mon, 04 Dec 2006 20:52:00 +0200

I'll go for milesTill I find youYou say you want to leave meBut you can't chooseI've gone thru painEvery day and nightI feel my mind is going insaneSomething I can't fightDon't leave meDon't leave meA blank expressionCovering your faceI'm looking for directionsLate last night I had a dreamAnd she was in it againShe and I were in the skyFlying hand in handI woke up in a cold sweatWishing she was by my sidePraying that she'll dry tearsLeft on my face I've criedOh I love herKeep dreaming of herWill I understandIf she wants to be my friendI'll send a letter to that girlAsking her to be my ownBut my pen is writing wrongSo I'll say it in a songOh I love you more right nowMore than I've ever loved beforeHere's those words straight from these lipsI'll need you forever more. �� : �� '� ��. �� . �� ? �� !!! �� =] ��

Only Of You

nobody@israblog.co.il (basket-case) — Sat, 04 Nov 2006 17:02:00 +0200

I wish I could tell youBut the words would come out wrongOh if you only knewThe way I felt for so longI know that we're worlds apartBut I just don't seem to careThese feelings in my heartOnly with you I want to shareThe first time I caught a glimpse of youThen my thoughts were only of youI hope that when time goes byYou will think the same about me�� ...�� ..�� ..�� XD �� .. �� ?�� =] �� ..�� :/ �� ?:D �� ...

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nobody@israblog.co.il (basket-case) — Sun, 01 Oct 2006 21:34:00 +0200

Why Do You Want Him?

nobody@israblog.co.il (basket-case) — Sat, 23 Sep 2006 17:15:00 +0200

I saw you standing aloneWith a sad look on your faceYou call him on the phoneLooks like he left youWithout a traceTears falling out of your eyesHe's living in a disguiseYou've been feeling bad for so longYou wonder if it's right or wrongWhy Do You Want Him?Why Do You Want Him?Now many days have gone byAnd you still just sit there and cryYou're feeling bad for yourselfHis memory will always dwellYou're so obsessed with his loveThat's why push came to shoveYou've been feeling bad for so longYou wonder if it's right or wrongWhy Do You Want Him?Why Do You Want Him?Why Do You Want Him?Why Do You Want Him?You find a way out...To throw it all the wayBut you can bet...You got someting to sayWhy Do You Want Him?Why Do You Want Him?Why Do You Want Him?Why Do You Want Him? �� : �� '� ��. �� . �� 12. ��.