Gone I

"When You're Gone"

Performed by Avril Lavigne
Lyrics by Avril Lavigne, Butch Walker

I always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd need you there when I cried
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lie is made up on your side


When you walk away I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now


When you're gone the pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone the face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone the words I need to hear
to always get me through the day
And make it ok


I miss you


I've never felt this way before
Everything that I do, reminds me of you
And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor
And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do


When you walk away I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now


When you're gone the pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone the face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone the words I need to hear
to always get me through the day
And make it ok
I miss you


We were made for each other
Out here forever
I know we were
Yeah yeah


All I ever wanted was for you to know
Everything I do I give my heart and soul
I can hardly believe I need to feel you here with me

When you're gone the pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone the face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone the words I need to hear
to always get me through the day
And make it ok

I miss you

Beneath the Mask

You wear your mask too long you forget who you are beneath it.
- V for Vendetta

Life Lessons

How did I escape? With difficulty. How did I plan this moment? With pleasure.

Here is your final lesson: Do not commit the crime for which you now serve the sentence.

Count of Monte Cristo

Honestly

Well .. I'm dishonest. And a dishonest person, you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly. It's the honest ones you have to watch because you never know when they will do something incredibly ... stupid.

Capt. Jack Sparrow
Pirates of the Carribean Curse of the Black Pearl

Truth

Now i had a great summation, all worked out. Full of some, sharp lawyering. But I'm not going to read it. I am here to apologize. I am young, and I am inexperienced. But you cannot, hold Carl Lee Hailey, responsible, for my short cummings. But ya see in all this legal manuevering, something has gotten lost, and that something is the truth. Now it is incumbant upon us lawyers not to just talk about the truth, but to actually seek it, to find it, to live it. My teacher taught me that. Now let's take Dr. Bass for example. Now obviously I would have never knowingly put a convicted fellon on the stand, I hope you can believe that. But what is the truth, that-that-that he is a disgraced liar? Now what if I told you, that the woman he was accused of raping was 17, he was, 23 that she later became his wife bore his child, and is still married to the man today does that make his testimony, more, or-or less true? What is it in us that seeks the truth? Is it our minds? Or is it our hearts? Now I set out to prove that a black man could receive a fair trial in the South, that we are all, equal in the eyes of the law. But that's not the truth, because the eyes of the law are human eyes, yours, and mine and until we can see, each other as equals, justice is never going to be even-handed. It will remain nothing more, than a reflection, of our own prejudices, so until that day, we have a duty, under God, to seek the truth. Not with our eyes and not with our minds where fear and hate are incommonality into prejudice, but with our hearts, where we don't know better.

Now I'm gonna tell ya'll a little story. I'm gonna, ask ya'll to close your eyes while I tell ya this story, I want you to listen to me, I want you to listen to yourselves. Go ahead, close your eyes, please. This is the story about a little girl, walking home from the grocery store one sunny, afternoon. I want you to picture that little girl. Suddenly a truck races up. 2 men jump out, and they grab her. And they drag her...
- Jake Brigance-
Time to Kill, A - 1996

Bullet in my Head

~ No. What you have are bullets and the hope that when your guns are empty I'm no longer standing, because if I am, you'll all be dead before you've reloaded.~
V for vendetta

*Let's play

Salute

Salute to the betrayal and misguidence.

Thank you.

May God have mercy on thy soul

"Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? (You, Lieutenant Weinberg?) I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. (You weep for Santiago and you curse the marines. ) You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.

You don't want the truth because, deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline.

I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said "thank you" and went on your way.

Otherwise I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand at post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to."

Col. Nathan Jessup
A Few Good Men

Sight

~ We lose sight of things sometimes but it's ok.
As long as we get back to those things.


Even the best
fall down sometime. ~

Rest

-Come to me all those who are weary and I shall give you rest -

Who will give me rest.
Lay me to rest.
I lay myself to rest.

Sinking Barely Afloat

It seems the days go by harder and harder - day by day. It seems a struggle.
Underlying currents pulling under slowly overpowering; barely keeping afloat.
All the strength and courage mustered; the blood, the sweat and the tears.
The cries inside unheard.
Imploding.

Breathless.
Helpless.
Yet the struggle continues.

Feels like stuck in a moment.
Many moments.

Too many questions.
Too many unanswered.

Why the questions?
Why the need and the search?

Inadequacy?
Affirmation?

Barely afloat.
Meaningless mundane routine.
Let it sink.

Blind

I can see I can see I'm going blind
-Korn-

Weathered and Lost

Where do we all go from here?

Grinded and battered.
From the unseen wounds.

Left me crying inside.
Left me screaming inside.

Doesn't anyone hear me?

Where do we all go from here?
Where do I go from here?

Help.

Fear

What is your deepest fear?

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness which frightens us. Your playing small doesn't serve the world; there is nothing enlightening about shrinking so other people don't feel insecure around you. We were all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear. Our presence automatically liberates others. ...... Sir. I just want to say thank you

-Coach Carter, 2003