Sorry I'll be in Puerto Rico

I was a fool to believe that there could ever be a you and me
when all there ever was, was you and the air that you breathe

So don't come back crying to me when everything isn't what it seems to be

you can get on your knee's and beg for forgiveness
but nothing will change your dead to me
so get on your knees and beg for mercy

A memory will always remain engraved into my brain.
Your not the one I once knew and your not the idol I built.
Your just a girl who severely needs help.

So get on your knees and start to plea, but not to me.
Look up into the sky while drying the tears from your eyes and ask why you do this to so many guys.

Abandoned you may be, but don't come crying back to me.

you can get on your knee's and beg for forgiveness
but nothing will change your dead to me
so get on your knees and beg for mercy


Lift your head and look into my eyes.
You'll realize that my tears have dried and I no longer cry.
Get off your knee's, your dead to me.


-Michael Hays-
Unknown Tired - 15 years, 10 months, 8 days ago

I've been feeling pretty sick recently and I'm thinking about deleting my face book.
Unknown Tired - 16 years, 8 months, 19 days ago

I really like this girl Whom I work with.
lame.
I never get to work with her though
Unknown Tired - 16 years, 8 months, 19 days ago

My favorite Dog died last night(February 15, 2008). Same birthday as the leader of Scientology.
I'm digging his grave now.
It's the hardest thing to do, digging a grave for someone or something you love. All you can think about is them.
Forever in my heart.

R.I.P. BEAR
Unknown Tired - 16 years, 9 months, 13 days ago

Be gone with you, you articles of nothingness.
I don't know what I have to do to prove myself.
This audience is stern.
Grey is what has risen from the pits.
Choose a new medicine to control it.
You thought you had me fooled.
The grey is what has risen from the pits.
My lady, let us waltz.
We can ignore the firearms.
Guns manufactured by fear.
I will never be forgotten.
I will never forget you.
With dead tongues and lonely hearts, we cough the poison out.
And yet I sing a song of hope.
Your final days approach.
This will be our final confrontation.
This will be our last.

Unknown Tired - 16 years, 10 months, 7 days ago