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Made a wrong turn&lt;br /&gt;
Once or twice&lt;br /&gt;
Dug my way out&lt;br /&gt;
Blood and fire&lt;br /&gt;
Bad decisions&lt;br /&gt;
That’s alright&lt;br /&gt;
Welcome to my silly life&lt;br /&gt;
Mistreated, misplaced, missundaztood&lt;br /&gt;
Miss “no way it’s all good”&lt;br /&gt;
It didn’t slow me down&lt;br /&gt;
Mistaken&lt;br /&gt;
Always second guessing&lt;br /&gt;
Underestimated&lt;br /&gt;
Look, I’m still around…&lt;br /&gt;
Pretty, pretty please&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t you ever, ever feel&lt;br /&gt;
Like your less than&lt;br /&gt;
Fuckin’ perfect&lt;br /&gt;
Pretty, pretty please&lt;br /&gt;
If you ever, ever feel&lt;br /&gt;
Like your nothing&lt;br /&gt;
You’re fuckin’ perfect to me&lt;br /&gt;
You’re so mean&lt;br /&gt;
When you talk&lt;br /&gt;
About yourself&lt;br /&gt;
You are wrong&lt;br /&gt;
Change the voices&lt;br /&gt;
In your head&lt;br /&gt;
Make them like you&lt;br /&gt;
Instead&lt;br /&gt;
So complicated&lt;br /&gt;
Look how big you’ll make it&lt;br /&gt;
Filled with so much hatred&lt;br /&gt;
Such a tired game&lt;br /&gt;
It’s enough&lt;br /&gt;
I’ve done all i can think of&lt;br /&gt;
Chased down all my demons&lt;br /&gt;
see you same&lt;br /&gt;
Pretty, pretty please&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t you ever, ever feel&lt;br /&gt;
Like your less than&lt;br /&gt;
Fuckin’ perfect&lt;br /&gt;
Pretty, pretty please&lt;br /&gt;
If you ever, ever feel&lt;br /&gt;
Like your nothing&lt;br /&gt;
You’re fuckin’ perfect to me&lt;br /&gt;
The world stares while i swallow the fear&lt;br /&gt;
The only thing i should be drinking is an ice cold beer&lt;br /&gt;
So cool in lying and I tried tried&lt;br /&gt;
But we try too hard, it’s a waste of my time&lt;br /&gt;
Done looking for the critics, cuz they’re everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
They don’t like my genes, they don’t get my hair&lt;br /&gt;
Stringe ourselves and we do it all the time&lt;br /&gt;
Why do we do that?&lt;br /&gt;
Why do I do that?&lt;br /&gt;
Why do I do that?&lt;br /&gt;
Ooh, pretty pretty pretty,&lt;br /&gt;
Pretty pretty please don’t you ever ever feel&lt;br /&gt;
Like you’re less then, fuckin’ perfect&lt;br /&gt;
Pretty pretty please if you ever ever feel&lt;br /&gt;
Like you’re nothing you’re fuckin’ perfect, to me&lt;br /&gt;
You’re perfect&lt;br /&gt;
You’re perfect&lt;br /&gt;
Pretty, pretty please don’t you ever ever feel like you’re less then, fucking perfect&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="padding: 0cm;" valign="top"&gt;       &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is a true story about a        man named Rashed. He tells his story as follows...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was not more        than thirty years old when my wife gave birth to my first child. I still        remember that night.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had stayed out all night long with my        friends, as was my habit. It was a night filled with useless talk, and        worse, with backbiting, gossiping, and making fun of people. I was mostly        the one who made people laugh; I would mock others and my friends would        laugh and laugh. I remember on that night that I'd made them laugh a lot.        I had an amazing ability to imitate others – I could change the sound of        my voice until I sounded exactly like the person I was mocking. No one was        safe from my biting mockery, even my friends; some people started avoiding        me just to be safe from my tongue. I remember on that night, I had made        fun of a blind man who I'd seen begging in the market. What was worse, I        had put my foot out in front him – he tripped and fell, and started        turning his head around, not knowing what to say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I went back to my        house, late as usual, and I found my wife waiting for me. She was in a        terrible state, and said in a quivering voice, "Rashed... where were        you?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Where would I be, on Mars?" I said sarcastically, "With my        friends of course."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was visibly exhausted, and holding back        tears, she said, "Rashed, I'm so tired. It seems the baby is going to come        soon." A silent tear fell on her cheek.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I felt that I had neglected        my wife. I should have taken care of her and not stayed out so much all        those nights... especially since she was in her ninth month. I quickly        took her to the hospital; she went into the delivery room, and suffered        through long hours of pain.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I waited patiently for her to give        birth… but her delivery was difficult, and I waited a long time until I        got tired. So I went home and left my phone number with the hospital so        they could call with the good news. An hour later, they called me to        congratulate me on the birth of Salem. I went to the hospital immediately.        As soon as they saw me, they asked me to go see the doctor who had        overlooked my wife's delivery.&lt;br /&gt;
"What doctor?" I cried out, "I just want        to see my son Salem!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"First go see the doctor," they        said.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I went to the doctor, and she started talking to me about        trials, and about being satisfied with Allah's decree. Then she said,        "Your son has a serious deformity in his eyes, and it seems that he has no        vision." I lowered my head while I fought back tears... I remembered that        blind man begging in the market who I'd tripped and made others laugh        at.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Subhan Allah, you get what you give! I stayed brooding quietly        for a while... I didn't know what to say. Then I remembered by wife and        son. I thanked the doctor for her kindness, and went to go see my wife. My        wife wasn't sad. She believed in the decree of Allah... she was content...        How often had she advised me to stop mocking people! "Don't backbite        people," she always used to repeat... We left the hospital, and Salem came        with us.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In reality, I didn't pay much attention to him. I        pretended that he wasn't in the house with us. When he started crying        loudly, I'd escape to the living room to sleep there. My wife took good        care of him, and loved him a lot. As for myself, I didn't hate him, but I        couldn't love him either.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Salem grew. He started to crawl, and had        a strange way of crawling. When he was almost one year old, he started        trying to walk, and we discovered that he was crippled. I felt like he was        an even greater burden on me. After him, my wife gave birth to Umar and        Khaled. The years passed, and Salem grew, and his brothers grew. I never        liked to sit at home, I was always out with my friends... in reality, I        was like a plaything at their disposal [entertaining them whenever they        wanted].&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My wife never gave up on my reform. She always made du'aa        for my guidance. She never got angry with my reckless behavior, but she        would get really sad if she saw me neglecting Salem and paying attention        to the rest of his brothers. Salem grew, and my worries grew with him. I        didn't mind when my wife asked to enroll him in a special school for the        handicapped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I didn't really feel the passing of the years. My days        were all the same. Work and sleep and food and staying out with friends.        One Friday, I woke up at 11 am. This was early for me. I was invited to a        gathering, so I got dressed and perfumed, and was about to go out. I        passed by our living room, and was startled by the sight of Salem – he was        sobbing! This was the first time I had noticed Salem crying since he was a        baby. Ten years had passed, and I hadn't paid attention to him. I tried to        ignore him now, but I couldn't take it... I heard him calling out to his        mother while I was in the room. I turned towards him, and went closer.        "Salem! Why are you crying?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he heard my voice, he        stopped crying. Then when he realized how close I was, he started feeling        around him with his small hands. What was wrong with him? I discovered        that he was trying to move away from me! It was as if he was saying, "Now,        you've decided to notice me? Where have you been for the last ten years?"        I followed him... he had gone into his room. At first, he refused to tell        me why he'd been crying. I tried to be gentle with him... Salem started to        tell me why he'd been crying, while I listened and trembled.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you        know what the reason was?! His brother Umar, the one who used to take him        to the masjid, was late. And because it was Jumu'ah prayer, Salem was        afraid he wouldn't find a place in the first row. He called out to Umar...        and he called out to his mother... but nobody answered, so he cried. I sat        there looking at the tears flowing from his blind eyes. I couldn't bear        the rest of his words. I put my hand over his mouth and said, "Is this why        you were crying, Salem!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Yes," he said.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I forgot about my        friends, I forgot about the gathering, and I said, "Don't be sad, Salem.        Do you know who's going to take you to the masjid today?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Umar, of        course," he said, "... but he's always late."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"No," I said, "I'm        going to take you."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Salem was shocked... he couldn't believe it. He        thought I was mocking him. His tears came and he started crying. I wiped        his tears with my hand and then took hold of his hand. I wanted to take        him to the masjid by car. He refused and said, "The masjid is near... I        want to walk there." Yes, by Allah, he said this to me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I couldn't        remember when was the last time I had entered the masjid , but it was the        first time I felt fear and regret for what I'd neglected in the long years        that had passed. The masjid was filled with worshippers, but I still found        a place for Salem in the first row. We listened to the Jumu'ah khutbah        together, and he prayed next to me. But really, I was the one praying next        to him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After the prayer, Salem asked me for a Quraan. I was        surprised! How was he going to read when he was blind? I almost ignored        his request, but I decided to humor him out of fear of hurting his        feelings. I passed him a Quraan. He asked me to open the Quraan to Surat        al-Kahf. I started flipping through the pages and looking through the        index until I found it. He took the Quraan from me, put it in front of        him, and started reading the Surah... with his eyes closed... Ya Allah! He        had the whole Surah memorized.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was ashamed of myself. I picked up        a Quraan... I felt my limbs tremble... I read and I read. I asked Allah to        forgive me and to guide me. I couldn't take it... I started crying like a        child. There were still some people in the masjid praying sunnah... I was        embarrassed by their presence, so I tried to hold my tears. My crying        turned into whimpering and long, sobbing breaths. The only thing I felt        was a small hand reaching out to my face, and then wiping the tears away.        It was Salem! I pulled him to my chest... I looked at him. I said to        myself... you're not the blind one, but I am, for having drifted after        immoral people who were pulling me to hellfire. We went back home. My wife        was extremely worried about Salem, but her worry turned into tears [of        joy] when she found out I had prayed Jumu'ah with Salem.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
From that        day on, I never missed the congregational prayer in the masjid. I left my        bad friends... and I made righteous friends among people I met at the        masjid. I tasted the sweetness of Iman with them. I learned things from        them that distracted me from this world. I never missed out on gatherings        of remembrance [halaqas], or on the witr prayer. I recited the entire        Qur'an, several times, in one month. I moistened my tongue with the        remembrance of Allah, that He might forgive my backbiting and mocking of        the people. I felt closer to my family. The looks of fear and pity that        had occupied my wife's eyes disappeared. A smile now never parted from the        face of my son Salem. Anyone who saw him would have felt that he owned the        world and everything in it. I praised and thanked Allah a lot for His        blessings.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One day, my righteous friends decided to go to a far        away location for da'wah. I hesitated about going. I prayed istikharah,        and consulted with my wife. I thought she would refuse... but the opposite        happened! She was extremely happy, and even encouraged me... because in        the past, she had seen me traveling without consulting her, for the        purpose of sin and evil. I went to Salem, and told him I would be        traveling. With tears, he wrapped me up in his small arms...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was        away from home for three and a half months. In that period, whenever I got        a chance, I called my wife and talked to my children. I missed them so        much... and oh, how I missed Salem! I wanted to hear his voice... he was        the only one who hadn't talked to me since I'd traveled. He was either at        school or at the masjid whenever I called them.Whenever I would tell my        wife how much I missed him, she would laugh happily, joyfully, except for        the last time I called her. I didn't hear her expected laugh. Her voice        changed. I said to her, "Give my salam to Salem," and she said,        "Insha'Allah," and was quiet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At last, I went back home. I knocked        on the door. I hoped that it was Salem who would open up for me, but was        surprised to find my son Khaled, who was not more than four years old. I        picked him up in my arms while he squealed, "Baba! Baba!" I don't know why        my heart tensed when I entered the house.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sought refuge in Allah        from the accursed Shaytan... I approached my wife... her face was        different. As if she was pretending to be happy. I inspected her closely        then said, "What's wrong with you?" "Nothing," she said. Suddenly, I        remembered Salem. "Where's Salem?" I asked. She lowered her head. She        didn't answer. Hot tears fell on her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Salem! Where's        Salem?" I cried out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that moment, I only heard the sound of my        son Khaled talking in his own way, saying, "Baba... Thalem went to        pawadise... with Allah..."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My wife couldn't take it. She broke down        crying. She almost fell to the floor, and left the room. Later, I found        out that Salem had contracted a fever two weeks before I'd returned, so my        wife took him to the hospital... the fever got more and more severe, and        didn't leave him... until his soul left his body...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And if this        earth closes in on you in spite of its vastness, and your soul closes is        on you because of what it's carrying… call out, "Oh Allah!" If solutions        run out, and paths are constricted, and ropes are cut off, and your hopes        are no more… call out, "Oh Allah." Allah wished to guide Salem's father on        the hands of Salem, before Salem's death. How merciful is        Allah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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so won’t you come sit and talk to me &lt;br /&gt;
and tell me how we’re gonna be together always &lt;br /&gt;
hope you know that when this late at night &lt;br /&gt;
I hold on to a pillow tight &lt;br /&gt;
I think ‘bout how you promised me forever &lt;br /&gt;
I never thought that anyone could make me feel this way &lt;br /&gt;
now that you’re here boy all I want is just a chance to say &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
get out (leave) right now &lt;br /&gt;
it’s the end of you and me &lt;br /&gt;
it’s too late (now) and I can’t wait for you to be gone &lt;br /&gt;
cause I know about her (move)  &lt;br /&gt;
and I wonder (why) how I bought all the lies &lt;br /&gt;
you said that you would treat me right  &lt;br /&gt;
but you were just a waste of time (waste of time)  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
tell me why you looking so confused  &lt;br /&gt;
when I’m the one that didn’t know the truth &lt;br /&gt;
how could you ever be so cold?  &lt;br /&gt;
you go behind my back and call my friend &lt;br /&gt;
boy you must’ve fall and bumped your head &lt;br /&gt;
because you left your number on her phone &lt;br /&gt;
so now that after all that you’ve said and done  &lt;br /&gt;
maybe I’m the one to blame but  &lt;br /&gt;
to think the one that you could be the one &lt;br /&gt;
well it didn’t work out that way &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
get out (leave) right now &lt;br /&gt;
it’s the end of you and me &lt;br /&gt;
it’s too late (now) and I can’t wait for you to be gone (you to be gone)  &lt;br /&gt;
cause I know about her (move)  &lt;br /&gt;
and I wonder (why) how I bought all the lies (all the lies)  &lt;br /&gt;
you said that you would treat me right  (you said that you)  &lt;br /&gt;
but you were just a waste of time (waste of time)  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted you right here with me &lt;br /&gt;
but I have no choice you’ve got to leave &lt;br /&gt;
because my heart is breaking with  &lt;br /&gt;
every word I’m saying, I gave up everything I had &lt;br /&gt;
on something that just would not last &lt;br /&gt;
but I refuse to cry &lt;br /&gt;
no tears will fall from these eyes (ohh, ohh) &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
get out &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
get out (leave) right now &lt;br /&gt;
it’s the end of you and me (you and me)  &lt;br /&gt;
it’s too late (now) and I can’t wait for you to be gone (you to be gone)  &lt;br /&gt;
cause I know about her (move)  &lt;br /&gt;
and I wonder (why) how I bought all the lies (how did I …)  &lt;br /&gt;
you said that you would treat me right  (you said that you)  &lt;br /&gt;
but you were just a waste of time (waste of time)  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
get out (leave) right now &lt;br /&gt;
it’s the end of you and me (hey yeah) &lt;br /&gt;
it’s too late (now) and I can’t wait for you to be gone (you to be gone)  &lt;br /&gt;
cause I know about her (move)  &lt;br /&gt;
and I wonder (why) how I bought all the lies  &lt;br /&gt;
you said that you would treat me right  (treat me right)  &lt;br /&gt;
but you were just a waste of time (waste of time)  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
get out (leave) (you and me)  &lt;br /&gt;
it’s too late (too late) (now)  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
about her (now) (why)  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you said that you would treat me right &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm feeling like a star, you can't stop my shine, &lt;br /&gt;
I'm loving cloud nine, my head's in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;
I'm solo, I'm riding solo, &lt;br /&gt;
I'm riding solo, I'm ridin solo, sooloooo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, I'm feeling good tonight, finally doing me and it feels so right, oh,&lt;br /&gt;
Time to do the things I like, &lt;br /&gt;
going to the club everything's alright, oh,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No one to answer to, &lt;br /&gt;
no one that's gonna argue, no,&lt;br /&gt;
And since I got the hold off me, &lt;br /&gt;
I'm living life now that I'm free, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Telling me to get my shit together &lt;br /&gt;
now I got my shit together, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;
Now I made it through the weather &lt;br /&gt;
better days are gonna get better&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm so sorry that it didn't work out I'm moving on,&lt;br /&gt;
I'm so sorry but it's over now, &lt;br /&gt;
the pain is goooone,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm putting on my shades &lt;br /&gt;
to cover up my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;
I'm jumpin' in my ride, &lt;br /&gt;
I'm heading out tonight,&lt;br /&gt;
I'm solo, I'm riding solo, &lt;br /&gt;
I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, sooloooo.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm feeling like a star, you can't stop my shine, &lt;br /&gt;
I'm loving cloud nine, my head's in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm solo, I'm riding solo, &lt;br /&gt;
I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, sooloooo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now I'm feeling how I should, &lt;br /&gt;
never knew single could feel this good, oh,&lt;br /&gt;
Stop playing miss understood, &lt;br /&gt;
back in the game, who knew I would, oh,&lt;br /&gt;
So flex how I spread my wings, loving myself makes me wanna sing, oh,&lt;br /&gt;
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Telling me to get my shit together &lt;br /&gt;
now I got my shit together, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;
Now I made it through the weather &lt;br /&gt;
better days are gonna get better&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm so sorry that it didn't work out I'm moving on,&lt;br /&gt;
I'm so sorry but it's over now, &lt;br /&gt;
the pain is goooone,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm putting on my shades &lt;br /&gt;
to cover up my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;
I'm jumpin' in my ride, &lt;br /&gt;
I'm heading out tonight,&lt;br /&gt;
I'm solo, I'm riding solo, &lt;br /&gt;
I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, sooloooo.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm feeling like a star, you can't stop my shine, &lt;br /&gt;
I'm loving cloud nine, my head's in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm solo, I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, sooloooo.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, sooloooo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
yeah it's like S... O... L... O... &lt;br /&gt;
S... O... L... O... S... O... L... O...&lt;br /&gt;
Living my life and got stress no more,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm putting on my shades &lt;br /&gt;
to cover up my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;
I'm jumpin' in my ride, &lt;br /&gt;
I'm heading out tonight,&lt;br /&gt;
I'm solo, I'm riding solo, &lt;br /&gt;
I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, sooloooo.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm feeling like a star, you can't stop my shine, &lt;br /&gt;
I'm loving cloud nine, my head's in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm solo, I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, sooloooo.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, sooloooo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm riding solo, sooloooo, &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I think my lack of communication is what happened when i posted my last post... It takes me a looong time to get over things and i havent even tackled that one yet! reality its harder everytime ... I agree now when ppl say accept it when it happens.... than to pro long the pain, it only gets worse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm not sure where im headed yet .. i just know its time.... time to settle down...&lt;br /&gt;
Iftaar time soon here... hope u all enjoy yrs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5423385732561997774-2348178412782601162?l=imsoperfectlyimperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Without any make-up on&lt;br /&gt;
You think I'm funny&lt;br /&gt;
When I tell the puch line wrong&lt;br /&gt;
I know you get me&lt;br /&gt;
So I'll let my walls come down, down&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Before you met&lt;br /&gt;
I was a wreck&lt;br /&gt;
But things were kinda heavy&lt;br /&gt;
You brought me to life&lt;br /&gt;
Now every February&lt;br /&gt;
You'll be my valentine, valentine&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Let's go all the way tonight&lt;br /&gt;
No regrets, just love&lt;br /&gt;
We can dance until we die&lt;br /&gt;
You and I&lt;br /&gt;
We'll be young forever&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You make me&lt;br /&gt;
Feel like&lt;br /&gt;
I'm living a Teenage Dream&lt;br /&gt;
The way you turn me on&lt;br /&gt;
I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;
Let's runaway&lt;br /&gt;
And don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;
Don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My heart stops&lt;br /&gt;
When you look at me&lt;br /&gt;
Just one touch&lt;br /&gt;
Now baby I believe&lt;br /&gt;
This is real&lt;br /&gt;
So take a chance&lt;br /&gt;
And don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;
Don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We drove to Cali&lt;br /&gt;
And got drunk on the beach&lt;br /&gt;
Got a motel and&lt;br /&gt;
Built a floor out of sheets&lt;br /&gt;
I finally found you&lt;br /&gt;
My missing puzzle piece&lt;br /&gt;
I'm complete&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Let's go all the way tonight&lt;br /&gt;
No regrets, just love&lt;br /&gt;
We can dance until we die&lt;br /&gt;
You and I&lt;br /&gt;
We'll be young forever&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You make me&lt;br /&gt;
Feel like&lt;br /&gt;
I'm living a Teenage Dream&lt;br /&gt;
The way you turn me on&lt;br /&gt;
I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;
Let's runaway&lt;br /&gt;
And don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;
Don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My heart stops&lt;br /&gt;
When you look at me&lt;br /&gt;
Just one touch&lt;br /&gt;
Now baby I believe&lt;br /&gt;
This is real&lt;br /&gt;
So take a chance&lt;br /&gt;
And don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;
Don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I might get your heart racing&lt;br /&gt;
In my skin-tight jeans&lt;br /&gt;
Be your teenage dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Let you put your hands on me&lt;br /&gt;
In my skin-tight jeans&lt;br /&gt;
Be your teenage dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You make me&lt;br /&gt;
Feel like&lt;br /&gt;
I'm living a Teenage Dream&lt;br /&gt;
The way you turn me on&lt;br /&gt;
I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;
Let's runaway&lt;br /&gt;
And don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;
Don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My heart stops&lt;br /&gt;
When you look at me&lt;br /&gt;
Just one touch&lt;br /&gt;
Now baby I believe&lt;br /&gt;
This is real&lt;br /&gt;
So take a chance&lt;br /&gt;
And don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;
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[Chorus - Rihanna]&lt;br /&gt;
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;br /&gt;
Well that's all right because I like the way it hurts&lt;br /&gt;
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;br /&gt;
Well that's all right because I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;
I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Eminem - Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;
I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;
And right now it's a steel knife in my windpipe&lt;br /&gt;
I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight&lt;br /&gt;
As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight&lt;br /&gt;
High off her love, drunk from my hate, it's like I'm huffin' paint&lt;br /&gt;
And I love it the more I suffer, I suffocate&lt;br /&gt;
And right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me, she f**kin' hates me&lt;br /&gt;
And I love it, "wait, where you goin'?"&lt;br /&gt;
"I'm leavin' you," "no you ain't come back"&lt;br /&gt;
We're runnin' right back, here we go again&lt;br /&gt;
So insane, cause when it's goin' good it's goin' great&lt;br /&gt;
I'm superman with the wind in his back, she's Lois Lane&lt;br /&gt;
But when it's bad it's awful, I feel so ashamed I snap&lt;br /&gt;
Whose that dude? I don't even know his name&lt;br /&gt;
I laid hands on her&lt;br /&gt;
I never stoop so low again&lt;br /&gt;
I guess I don't know my own strength&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Eminem - Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;
You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe&lt;br /&gt;
When you with em you meet and neither one of you even know what hit em&lt;br /&gt;
Got that warm fuzzy feeling&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah them chills used to get em&lt;br /&gt;
Now you're getting f**kin' sick of lookin' at em&lt;br /&gt;
You swore you'd never hit em, never do nothin' to hurt em&lt;br /&gt;
Now you're in each other's face spewin' venom in your words when you spit em&lt;br /&gt;
You push pull each other's hair&lt;br /&gt;
Scratch claw hit em throw em down pin em&lt;br /&gt;
So lost in the moments when you're in em&lt;br /&gt;
It's the face that's the culprit, controls you both&lt;br /&gt;
So they say it's best to go your seperate ways&lt;br /&gt;
Guess that they don't know ya&lt;br /&gt;
Cause today that was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday is over, it's a different day&lt;br /&gt;
Sound like broken records playin' over&lt;br /&gt;
But you promised her next time you'll show restraint&lt;br /&gt;
You don't get another chance&lt;br /&gt;
Life is no nintendo game, but you lied again&lt;br /&gt;
Now you get to watch her leave out the window&lt;br /&gt;
Guess that's why they call it window pane&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Eminem - Verse 3]&lt;br /&gt;
Now I know we said things, did things, that we didn't mean&lt;br /&gt;
And we fall back into the same patterns, same routine&lt;br /&gt;
But your temper's just as bad as mine is, you're the same as me&lt;br /&gt;
When it comes to love you're just as blinded&lt;br /&gt;
Baby please come back, it wasn't you, baby it was me&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano&lt;br /&gt;
All I know is I love you too much to walk away though&lt;br /&gt;
Come inside, pick up the bags off the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;
Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk?&lt;br /&gt;
Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball&lt;br /&gt;
Next time I'm pissed I'll aim my fist at the drywall&lt;br /&gt;
Next time there won't be no next time&lt;br /&gt;
I apologize even though I know it's lies&lt;br /&gt;
I'm tired of the games I just want her back&lt;br /&gt;
I know I'm a liar if she ever tries to f**kin' leave again&lt;br /&gt;
I'ma tie her to the bed and set this house on fire&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
This is almost every girls dream, maybe its because we watched too many fairy tales when we were younger and have a different perception of life, like Gregg my art lecturer says.. but I don't care i will be with my prince forever...&lt;br /&gt;
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justin bieber - one less lonely girl &lt;br /&gt;
i've decided to do a new thing to put the one song thats in my head at the time of writing the blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5423385732561997774-4556450489629914578?l=imsoperfectlyimperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
so years or week or months whatever the time is goes by and you probably dont see him in that way... even if u slightly get the odd feeling of attachment you realise your friendship is was more important and then&amp;nbsp; things are back to normal until one day you guys are close again and something happens he gives you something, and you wear it everday, and he buys you something, even though you dont use it ( coz u dont smoke) u still keep it with you , just coz it reminds u of how sweet he is.... running through town after a nice lunch on a monday afternoon to buy a something for u is... this is a dream come true... hw many guys are so spontaneous.?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
then not hiding you from his friends and siblings.... sharing you with the world and holding your hand in the mall not giving a damn who saw , just you and his friends having breakfast friday morning after a late night...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
only for you to realise his your best friend still and both of you dont want to screw it up...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you guys know how to get us hooked.... the only thing you have to learn now is to make sure we never cry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
bumpersticker quote because you love that i'm a nerd ! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="color: black;"&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/no-man-is-worth-your-tears-and-the-one-who-is-won/347664.html" style="color: black;"&gt;No man is worth your tears, and the one who is won't make you cry.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/love-is-when-you-shed-a-tear-and-still-want-him/366056.html"&gt;Love  is when you shed a tear and still want him, it's when he ignores you  and you still love him, it's when he loves another girl but you still  smile and say I'm happy for you, when all you really do is cry.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5423385732561997774-6082475272153881243?l=imsoperfectlyimperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
got the to room and got my cute silky polka dot pjs on.. haha i dont believe i wore them ! And then i was starved... joey and JC went to get me some mcdonalds... shew i have never had such a yummy burger....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the night turned out well and Ayoba, and i decided we need to call it a night so we watched some hectic crappy movie on tv and all went to bed....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
woke up at 7.... showered and ( ate a sandwich) we all set sail to fetch jc in claremont&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
banana and caramel pancakes for 2 and 2 french toast , ice tea, grapetiser, ho tchocolate and a cappuccino was our breakfast !!&lt;br /&gt;
took the cutest of pics ... maybe il post them&amp;nbsp; :P and then had a drive hom... since JC is joeys cuzzin and joey is going home today i wont see either of them for a looong time :( damn gonna miss those 2&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
luckily i have my besti ayoba with me !!! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
p.s: ayoba is awesome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5423385732561997774-4120520963234007147?l=imsoperfectlyimperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
so driving we see these guys drinking beer... so i asked the other white dude wiith us why would anyone drink beer? anyway he explained how manly it is only to find out someone i knew was lekker drinking during the world cup .... one nice beer haha and then they freaken want to judge other people....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
also that cricket grounds.... was used for them to smoke weed!!!! anyhoo i don't give a shit... my bestie takes good freaken care of me !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5423385732561997774-6743419767339901511?l=imsoperfectlyimperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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jazakkallah for my birthday wish, and in my head .. i  always expected more from you on this day.. ever since the day it all  ended...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My birthday this year was nothing less than i  expected.. you have taught me that one shouldn't depend on another as no  matter how true the next one could be... influence will always beat  them... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I've always blamed you for making me weak as i  never saw the bigger picture, but you have acyually made me a lot more  stronger than i was before i knew you mr AA...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have  realised ... i should spend my life with someone who can be open and  support me in what i do....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5423385732561997774-4509571870255106164?l=imsoperfectlyimperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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the words you never say&lt;br /&gt;
I see it in your eyes, &lt;br /&gt;
it always starts the same way&lt;br /&gt;
It seems like everyone we know,&lt;br /&gt;
is breaking up&lt;br /&gt;
Does anybody ever stay in love, anymore?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I promise you,&lt;br /&gt;
from the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;
I will love you till death do us part&lt;br /&gt;
I promise you as a lover and a friend&lt;br /&gt;
I will love you like I never love again&lt;br /&gt;
With everything I am&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ooh I see you look at me,&lt;br /&gt;
when you think I'm not aware&lt;br /&gt;
You're searching for clues,&lt;br /&gt;
of just how deep my feelings are.&lt;br /&gt;
How do you prove the sky is blue, the oceans wide?&lt;br /&gt;
All I know is how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;
when I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I promise you,&lt;br /&gt;
from the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;
I will love you till death do us part&lt;br /&gt;
I promise you as a lover and a friend&lt;br /&gt;
I will love you like I never love again&lt;br /&gt;
With everything that I am ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh there are no guarantees&lt;br /&gt;
That's what you always say to me&lt;br /&gt;
But late at night I feel the tremble in your touch&lt;br /&gt;
Oh what I'm trying to say to you,&lt;br /&gt;
I never said to anyone I Promise&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I promise you,&lt;br /&gt;
from the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;
I will love you till death do us part&lt;br /&gt;
(I do my darling I promise you)&lt;br /&gt;
I promise you as a lover and a friend&lt;br /&gt;
I will love you like I never love again&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With everything I am I promise you,&lt;br /&gt;
from the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;
I will love you till death do us part&lt;br /&gt;
( I love you I love you I love you I love you)&lt;br /&gt;
I promise you as a lover and a friend&lt;br /&gt;
I will love you like I never love again&lt;br /&gt;
With everything I am&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You're everything I am oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;
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That's how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;
And I can't stand ya&lt;br /&gt;
Most everything you do make me wanna smile&lt;br /&gt;
Can I not like it for a while?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, but you won't let me&lt;br /&gt;
You upset me, girl, and then you kiss my lips&lt;br /&gt;
All of a sudden I forget that I was upset&lt;br /&gt;
Can't remember what you did&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I hate it&lt;br /&gt;
You know exactly what to do&lt;br /&gt;
So that I can't stay mad at you&lt;br /&gt;
For too long, that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But, I hate it&lt;br /&gt;
You know exactly how to touch&lt;br /&gt;
So that I don't wanna fuss and fight no more&lt;br /&gt;
Said, I despise that I adore you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I hate how much I love you, boy&lt;br /&gt;
I can't stand how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;
And I hate how much I love you, boy&lt;br /&gt;
But I just can't let you go&lt;br /&gt;
And I hate that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And you completely know the power that you have&lt;br /&gt;
[ Hate That I Love You lyrics found on  http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;br /&gt;
The only one that makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;
Sad and it's not fair how you take advantage of the fact&lt;br /&gt;
That I love you beyond the reason why&lt;br /&gt;
And it just ain't right&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I hate how much I love you, girl&lt;br /&gt;
I can't stand how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;
And I hate how much I love you, girl&lt;br /&gt;
But I just can't let you go&lt;br /&gt;
But I hate that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One of these days, maybe your magic won't affect me&lt;br /&gt;
And your kiss won't make me weak&lt;br /&gt;
But no one in this world knows me the way you know me&lt;br /&gt;
So you'll probably always have a spell on me, yay&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That's how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;
That's how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;
That's how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;
That's how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;
And I hate that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I hate how much I love you, boy&lt;br /&gt;
I can't stand how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;
And I hate how much I love you, girl&lt;br /&gt;
But I just can't let you go&lt;br /&gt;
But I hate that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;
And I hate that I love you so, so&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
we all speak of those we loved ( plural not meaning we loved more than one in this case) and how we wish we were with them and how our lives would be if we just kept them... I now write this for all those with their loved ones.... the saying let them go and if they return it was meant to be... or when they say distance makes the heart grow fonder!! it only pushes them further away... no matter what u are or who u are.. the minute the one has made a life for himself and started doing his own things..... even though she may be on his mine he is never coming back... so you love birds.. don't let each other go coz true love shouldn't need to be tested.... the only test is to see how long it last !!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i tell a million people i have moved on with a smile on my face but a tear in my heart.... i havent changed my routine....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
funny story this.... off topic but just adding it because i dont have a headline for this post :P&lt;br /&gt;
i knew this guy who said he never went boxing while we were together only before and after... and once while we were together but rumour is he used to be their often :P funny how i was called the liar !! any whoo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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ever since Walt Disney movies girls are programmed to want their perfect prince, with good values, and perfection, but that's not our soul partner. We are so caught up in looking for that stable guy we will change without even realizing it just to make them want us...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
our prince is the imperfect one, the one where u wont know whats gonna happen next and u can't know how it end... &lt;br /&gt;
Girls recheck ur checklists :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5423385732561997774-6372136592409748796?l=imsoperfectlyimperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Whataya want from me&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah I’m afraid whataya want from me&lt;br /&gt;
Whataya want from me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There might have been a time&lt;br /&gt;
And I would give myself away&lt;br /&gt;
Oooh once upon a time I didn’t give a damn&lt;br /&gt;
But now, here we are so whataya want from me&lt;br /&gt;
Whataya want from me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just don’t give up I’m workin it out&lt;br /&gt;
Please don’t give in, I won’t let you down&lt;br /&gt;
It messed me up, need a second to breathe&lt;br /&gt;
Just keep coming around&lt;br /&gt;
Hey, whataya want from me&lt;br /&gt;
Whataya want from me&lt;br /&gt;
Whataya want from me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, it’s plain to see (plain to see)&lt;br /&gt;
that baby you’re beautiful&lt;br /&gt;
And it’s nothing wrong with you&lt;br /&gt;
(nothing wrong with you)&lt;br /&gt;
It’s me, I’m a freak (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;
but thanks for lovin’ me&lt;br /&gt;
Cause you’re doing it perfectly&lt;br /&gt;
(it perfectly)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There might have been a time&lt;br /&gt;
When I would let you step away&lt;br /&gt;
I wouldn’t even try&lt;br /&gt;
But I think you could save my life&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just don’t give up I’m workin’ it out&lt;br /&gt;
Please don’t give in, I won’t let you down&lt;br /&gt;
It messed me up, need a second to breathe&lt;br /&gt;
Just keep comin around&lt;br /&gt;
Hey, whataya want from me (Whataya want from me)&lt;br /&gt;
Whataya want from me (Whataya want from me)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just don’t give up on me&lt;br /&gt;
(uuuuuuh) I won’t let you down&lt;br /&gt;
No, I won’t let you down&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
http://www.elyricsworld.com/what_do_you_want_from_me_lyrics_adam_lambert.html&lt;br /&gt;
(So I) just don’t give up&lt;br /&gt;
I’m workin it out&lt;br /&gt;
Please don’t give in, I won’t let you down&lt;br /&gt;
It messed me up (It messed me up)&lt;br /&gt;
Need a second to breathe&lt;br /&gt;
Just keep coming around&lt;br /&gt;
Hey, whataya want from me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just don’t give up I’m workin’ it out&lt;br /&gt;
Please don’t give in, i won’t let you down&lt;br /&gt;
It messed me up, need a second to breathe&lt;br /&gt;
Just keep coming around&lt;br /&gt;
Hey, whataya want from me (whataya want from me)&lt;br /&gt;
whataya want from me (whataya want from me)&lt;br /&gt;
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