<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77363261847856206</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:37:20.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm....</title><subtitle type='html'>It's hard to find something that puts me in a more relaxed mood than when I'm playin guitar, over the years I've written some songs that are written in the moment and pretty hard cut.  They soothe me, so maybe, just maybe, reading them will have the same effect on you.  Enjoy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imhayton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/77363261847856206/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imhayton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>IMHAYTON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382250928574472240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DhJO_0-oNyo/SXJd6TdX5NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5pLIRubgHgk/S220/thats+right.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77363261847856206.post-4333559337959430193</id><published>2009-08-01T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:00:20.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue</title><content type='html'>When I was raised I was always the kid, who had people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;watchin&lt;/span&gt; every thing I did&lt;br /&gt;I lived for the moment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that'd&lt;/span&gt; make me a star, especially the time I spent with my guitar&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make it big at a little age, I would vision myself just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ahangin&lt;/span&gt; backstage&lt;br /&gt;I never really wanted the minimum wage, When havin everything you wanted seemed all the rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be it was all about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Livin&lt;/span&gt; my life for the next party&lt;br /&gt;Then one day I realised I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; happy&lt;br /&gt;Like the fairy tale said the sky fell on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never the guy that was into the drugs, I was always that guy just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt; for love&lt;br /&gt;and the hugs and and the parties turned me to the guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;poundin&lt;/span&gt; back mugs&lt;br /&gt;I thought if I could be the one to entertain, then everything I wanted I could obtain&lt;br /&gt;I though that some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;drinkin&lt;/span&gt; could heal my pain, Seems to be to me that the devil did reign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I woke up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lyin&lt;/span&gt; next to some girl, sent my world in an awful whirl&lt;br /&gt;All my emotions started to unfurl, and I felt that I was just about to hurl&lt;br /&gt;I had all the history bottled up, and it all came out in a big erupt&lt;br /&gt;It shook me so hard and so abrupt, that there in that moment I told myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be it was all about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Livin&lt;/span&gt; my life for the next party&lt;br /&gt;Then one day I realised I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; happy&lt;br /&gt;All my actions brought the world down on me&lt;br /&gt;But Now I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;livin&lt;/span&gt; life with a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; smile&lt;br /&gt;I live it all up with a different style&lt;br /&gt;I still do mess up once in a while&lt;br /&gt;But Love can make it all worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You no longer run into me at the bars, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;drivin&lt;/span&gt; up to parties in the fancy cars&lt;br /&gt;But I found love that don't come with a charge, Now in my heart I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;livin&lt;/span&gt; so large&lt;br /&gt;The Lord grabbed a hold of me and never let go, and You can feel this good too, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;All you gotta do is stand up and throw, Yourself on the ground just down below, the foot of the cross where you can grow, no need to feel yourself start to hit a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;plateau&lt;/span&gt;, and blessings on you God will bestow. Cause Jesus Christ himself can be your bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can choose it too and I hope you do&lt;br /&gt;Cause up in the heavens I'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;seein&lt;/span&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;We can live it up with a life anew&lt;br /&gt;Just make a choice long overdue&lt;br /&gt;And Live your life with a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; smile&lt;br /&gt;Live it all up with a different style&lt;br /&gt;You'll still mess up maybe once in a while&lt;br /&gt;But the love of God can make it all worthwhile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/77363261847856206-4333559337959430193?l=imhayton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imhayton.blogspot.com/feeds/4333559337959430193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imhayton.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-overdue.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/77363261847856206/posts/default/4333559337959430193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/77363261847856206/posts/default/4333559337959430193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imhayton.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-overdue.html' title='Long Overdue'/><author><name>IMHAYTON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382250928574472240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DhJO_0-oNyo/SXJd6TdX5NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5pLIRubgHgk/S220/thats+right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77363261847856206.post-2754516691181454697</id><published>2009-06-14T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T03:57:00.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revered</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lookin&lt;/span&gt; to the past, has left me kinda faded&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to the last, my past is contemplated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thinkin&lt;/span&gt; back to you, spins me all around&lt;br /&gt;Emotions &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;runnin&lt;/span&gt; wild, I'm up and then I'm down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; understand, why you chose to be with him&lt;br /&gt;On this you never bend, your future's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt; grim&lt;br /&gt;I offered happiness, and you spat upon my face&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why I love, such a big disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played me, betrayed me, and left me on the ground&lt;br /&gt;You beat me, mistreat me, as if I was a rebound&lt;br /&gt;You sought me, you caught me, then you disappeared&lt;br /&gt;Through it all, the close calls, to me you were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;revered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant get you outside my head, you're in there till the end&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you in my arms, but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even want to be your friend&lt;br /&gt;You just cant wrap your head around, what I am going through&lt;br /&gt;For one day, were you in my place, Oh God I wish you only knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lessons you have taught me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;embedded&lt;/span&gt; in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Every time I open up, its like my heart just got out on parole&lt;br /&gt;But soon the iron bars come down, a smile is nowhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;Commitment comes, I run away, I don't know how I can convey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played me, betrayed me, and left me on the ground&lt;br /&gt;You beat me, mistreat me, as if I was a rebound&lt;br /&gt;You sought me, you caught me, then you disappeared&lt;br /&gt;Through it all, the close calls, to me you were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;revered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant seem to let you go, it sickens me I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;My soul is tortured, scorned, and scarred, Because of you my heart is hard&lt;br /&gt;I hope you look to my success, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;recognize&lt;/span&gt; your emptiness&lt;br /&gt;The man you're with will wash away, your love for him will soon decay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after all you've done, I'm weak and I'd still be the one&lt;br /&gt;To wipe away your loneliness, to save you from all your distress&lt;br /&gt;To pull you close and hold you near, to scare away your every fear&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here but it's killing me, I just wish that you would only see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played me, betrayed me, and left me on the ground&lt;br /&gt;You beat me, mistreat me, as if I was a rebound&lt;br /&gt;You sought me, you caught me, then you disappeared&lt;br /&gt;Through it all, the close calls, to me you were revered&lt;br /&gt;You played me, betrayed me, and left me on the ground&lt;br /&gt;You beat me, mistreat me, as if I was a rebound&lt;br /&gt;You sought me, you caught me, then you disappeared&lt;br /&gt;Through it all, the close calls, to me you are revered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/77363261847856206-2754516691181454697?l=imhayton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imhayton.blogspot.com/feeds/2754516691181454697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imhayton.blogspot.com/2009/06/revered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/77363261847856206/posts/default/2754516691181454697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/77363261847856206/posts/default/2754516691181454697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imhayton.blogspot.com/2009/06/revered.html' title='Revered'/><author><name>IMHAYTON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382250928574472240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DhJO_0-oNyo/SXJd6TdX5NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5pLIRubgHgk/S220/thats+right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77363261847856206.post-779782974583974275</id><published>2009-06-08T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:05:09.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give it a rest</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been thinkin, and I've found out who I am&lt;br /&gt;Some men need a woman to define them, I'm the single man&lt;br /&gt;Every time I end up datin, it just always ends the same&lt;br /&gt;I've come to a realization, that Relationships are lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why just cant it be that I have fun all the time?&lt;br /&gt;I always find me a woman intently without reason or rhyme&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be me, single and happy, without all of the mess&lt;br /&gt;I'll go on some dates but not much more cause bein single is the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to model my whole life after people who got it right&lt;br /&gt;But I see now I'm not them I am myself from daybreak till the night&lt;br /&gt;Some people do not understand why I just cant settle down&lt;br /&gt;It's cause in the past whenever I've tried, my smile turns to a frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why just cant it be that I have fun all the time?&lt;br /&gt;I always find me a woman intently without reason or rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be me, single and happy, without all of the mess.&lt;br /&gt;I've been in the hustle and bustle of the game, but now it's time to rest.&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it a rest(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kind of guy, that would just love to find, the one to complete my life.&lt;br /&gt;But with girls bein oh so shady these days, Who would want a wife?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a bachelor till the rapture, or least untill I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;If I found the one captivating, cool, but relationships make me yawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why just cant it be that I have fun all the time?&lt;br /&gt;I always seem find me a woman intently without reason or rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be me, single and happy, without all of the mess.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go on some dates but not much more cause bein single is the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many people are just like me, so dont take this the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;Some people believe in fairy tale endings like santa and a sleigh&lt;br /&gt;But me I'm a realist, I've come to find that relationships end in hurt&lt;br /&gt;So for now I will not be locked down, No more guilt for bein a flirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is changin, it's gonna be that I have fun all the time&lt;br /&gt;No more gettin serious with some girl, from now on that's a crime&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna be me, single and happy, without all of the mess.&lt;br /&gt;It's time I got out of the game, and finally got some rest.&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it a rest(x4)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/77363261847856206-779782974583974275?l=imhayton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imhayton.blogspot.com/feeds/779782974583974275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imhayton.blogspot.com/2009/06/give-it-rest.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/77363261847856206/posts/default/779782974583974275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/77363261847856206/posts/default/779782974583974275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imhayton.blogspot.com/2009/06/give-it-rest.html' title='Give it a rest'/><author><name>IMHAYTON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382250928574472240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DhJO_0-oNyo/SXJd6TdX5NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5pLIRubgHgk/S220/thats+right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77363261847856206.post-1000147061741837716</id><published>2009-05-15T13:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:39:25.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give it up</title><content type='html'>There's those of you out there, who hurt every day&lt;br /&gt;You've made some decisions that lead you astray&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you know, or have even a clue&lt;br /&gt;that if you'd give it to God you'd be completely renewed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Give it to God, you cant do it alone&lt;br /&gt;Give it to God, if you want to atone&lt;br /&gt;The Lord hears your prayers, and he wants you to know&lt;br /&gt;That if you give it to God, You won't be on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my friend the other day, there was pain in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;I asked what was wrong, and she started to cry.&lt;br /&gt;She said the whole world's comin down, right on her head&lt;br /&gt;She said somethin happened last night with a man and a bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a teen, I dated alot&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I did, It never hit the spot.&lt;br /&gt;I was always out tryin to fill the hole in my life.&lt;br /&gt;God told me if I gave it up, he'd end all my strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single one of you, knows just what I mean&lt;br /&gt;You think you have it figured out when you find you're between&lt;br /&gt;A rock and a hard place with nowhere to go,&lt;br /&gt;If you'd just Give it up to God&lt;br /&gt;You wouldnt be on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it to God, you cant do it alone&lt;br /&gt;Give it to God, if you want to atone&lt;br /&gt;The Lord hears your prayers, and he wants you to know&lt;br /&gt;That if you give it to God, You won't live on your own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/77363261847856206-1000147061741837716?l=imhayton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imhayton.blogspot.com/feeds/1000147061741837716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imhayton.blogspot.com/2009/05/give-it-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/77363261847856206/posts/default/1000147061741837716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/77363261847856206/posts/default/1000147061741837716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imhayton.blogspot.com/2009/05/give-it-up.html' title='Give it up'/><author><name>IMHAYTON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382250928574472240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DhJO_0-oNyo/SXJd6TdX5NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5pLIRubgHgk/S220/thats+right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77363261847856206.post-8627726244587611992</id><published>2009-05-10T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:08:01.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Man</title><content type='html'>I've been on a qwest for love, in all the wrong places&lt;br /&gt;Different situations, and different faces&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if the right one, will ever come along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people call me good and some people call me bad&lt;br /&gt;But I've been cut down to the bone, by every woman I have had&lt;br /&gt;It's put me in a spot that I dont know if I'll get out&lt;br /&gt;I've been walked on in the past, But Now I've got to shout out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up on love, my entire journey's been for lust&lt;br /&gt;You think that's at the core, but you barely touched the crust&lt;br /&gt;I'm over bein broken, and I'm over bein hurt&lt;br /&gt;I'm the rebound no longer, I'd just rather be the jerk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends call me a mans man, the kind my bros all want to be&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell them; shut up, you dont wanna be like me&lt;br /&gt;cause the cover looks good, but go on and have a look inside&lt;br /&gt;I need to throw away my value, to refill my pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought hard about stayin, the way that I am&lt;br /&gt;But come on, let's face it, I've become another man&lt;br /&gt;I was pushed up to the edge, and I just threw my body down&lt;br /&gt;You can try to make me hold on, but it's too late, I have drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up on love, my whole journey's been for lust&lt;br /&gt;You think that's at the core, but you've barely scratched the crust&lt;br /&gt;I'm over bein broken, and I'm over bein hurt&lt;br /&gt;I'm the rebound no longer, I'd just rather be the jerk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the man I used to be, I just aint that man at all&lt;br /&gt;My past was stripped away from me when I let myself fall&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna have a title that makes people shy away&lt;br /&gt;But I'm in a good place in this heart of mine, and this is where I'll stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/77363261847856206-8627726244587611992?l=imhayton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imhayton.blogspot.com/feeds/8627726244587611992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imhayton.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/77363261847856206/posts/default/8627726244587611992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/77363261847856206/posts/default/8627726244587611992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imhayton.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-man.html' title='Another Man'/><author><name>IMHAYTON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382250928574472240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DhJO_0-oNyo/SXJd6TdX5NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5pLIRubgHgk/S220/thats+right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77363261847856206.post-5348631757757632822</id><published>2009-05-05T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:19:24.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoulder to Cry</title><content type='html'>I was brought up to be, the man of her dreams&lt;br /&gt;To never raise a hand, and never to scream&lt;br /&gt;I was raised to give kisses, and a gentle embrace&lt;br /&gt;To do all those little things, to put a smile on her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But No woman wants a nice guy&lt;br /&gt;All they want is the Ass&lt;br /&gt;Who'll use em, abuse em&lt;br /&gt;Then send them right back&lt;br /&gt;To the Trusty ol Nice Guy&lt;br /&gt;The one to cry on&lt;br /&gt;The sappy romantic&lt;br /&gt;Who never did any wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never taught that women, see kindness as weak&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it was weakness to wipe tears from her cheek&lt;br /&gt;She'd cry on my shoulder, and cry in her hands&lt;br /&gt;Then run right on back, to that Excuse of a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear that they're out there, "good ones" you meet&lt;br /&gt;All the ones that I've met, have left me broken and beat&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to be the "other guy" and not care at all&lt;br /&gt;But my daddy raised me right, ever since I could crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what'll happen, To the good men like me&lt;br /&gt;There's so few of us out there, And we're startin to see&lt;br /&gt;That it's the other man you want, so the other we'll be.&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe you'll miss us, and maybe you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of my story, isnt happy at all.&lt;br /&gt;We're here to pick you up, But you let yourself fall&lt;br /&gt;So were changin to ass holes, And thats about a wrap&lt;br /&gt;We'll see you at the bars, and We'll treat you like crap.&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's what you like, That's where we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;All the woman wanted an ass hole All Along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause no woman wants a nice guy,&lt;br /&gt;All the women want an ass&lt;br /&gt;The man who'll use em, abuse em.&lt;br /&gt;Then Send them right back&lt;br /&gt;To Their trusty ol nice guy&lt;br /&gt;Their shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;The sappy romantic&lt;br /&gt;Who never did any wrong&lt;br /&gt;Till now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/77363261847856206-5348631757757632822?l=imhayton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imhayton.blogspot.com/feeds/5348631757757632822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imhayton.blogspot.com/2009/05/shoulder-to-cry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/77363261847856206/posts/default/5348631757757632822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/77363261847856206/posts/default/5348631757757632822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imhayton.blogspot.com/2009/05/shoulder-to-cry.html' title='Shoulder to Cry'/><author><name>IMHAYTON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382250928574472240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DhJO_0-oNyo/SXJd6TdX5NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5pLIRubgHgk/S220/thats+right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77363261847856206.post-3284255090948865925</id><published>2009-03-10T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:21:40.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Guy?</title><content type='html'>The harshest words I've ever heard, when we are all alone,&lt;br /&gt;The ones that tear me up the most, and cut me to the bone,&lt;br /&gt;Not words of anger or of hate, nor words that scream and cry,&lt;br /&gt;But kindly spoken, gentle words, the ones that say "Nice Guy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For nice guys finish last my love, and spend life on their own,&lt;br /&gt;They spend their evenings with a book, not talking on the phone,&lt;br /&gt;The calls they get are hurried ones, to fix the things amiss,&lt;br /&gt;And on the cheek they sometimes get, a soft and gentle kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't cuddle you upon the couch, when sad movies make you weep,&lt;br /&gt;Nor curl up soft beside you, to watch you while you sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Or see desire swell in your eyes, for love anticipated,&lt;br /&gt;Nor kiss you soft and hold you close, as love is consummated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things they wish for you hold back, the nice guy is your friend,&lt;br /&gt;No thoughts of quenching passions fire, on this you never bend,&lt;br /&gt;Nor offerings of hearts desire, to fit you like a glove,&lt;br /&gt;Just never ending kindness, and this brother kind of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, just once I'd love to be, a bastard in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;To show a different side of me, and catch you by surprise,&lt;br /&gt;But leopards never change their spots, and nice guys can't be jerks,&lt;br /&gt;So if you see a different side, it's just our little quirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please don't say how much you care, that only gives me hope,&lt;br /&gt;Nor how you love and need me, that's just more hanging rope,&lt;br /&gt;And please don't say how sweet I am, or that I'm a nice guy,&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I hear those words once more, I'll go curl up and die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/77363261847856206-3284255090948865925?l=imhayton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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