Oooooooooooo

He made it so hard
2 trust sum1
He made it so hard
2 fall in love

ooooooooooo

Not tryna mess up this relationship (thinkin)
Cuz the last man did me that way
You gon do the same things I
Dont wanna be this way
But im hoping you can change
The way that i feel(ooooo)

You see
I trusted him with everything
Never held back anything
Thought we'd be 2gether for the rest of our lives
So suddenly he took his love away
And made it hard to trust again

I know I been holding back
But he really hurt me bad
I dont wanna take my past
And put it all on u
Im not tryna hold you back
really hope you understand
I dont know what im gonna do

When I think of what he did to me
It makes it hard to fall in love
When I think about just what i need
It makes it hard to trust sum1
Baby i gotta let go
Dont wanna miss out on love this time
Gotta leave those things behind

whatevers yours you call it ours flowers
with love you keep me showered
(but so did my ex-man at first)
you see what started out so simple all flew out the window
their i go comparin you to him again
it keeps holdin me down,( i gotta let it go)
i wanna give love a chance (but you may never know)
baby u can be the 1 for me
yes the only 1 for me
and i dont wanna lose a good thing no


I know I been holding back
But he really hurt me bad
I dont wanna take my past
And put it all on u
Im not tryna hold you back
really hope you understand
I dont know what im gonna do


When I think of what he did to me
It makes it hard to fall in love
When I think about just what i need
It makes it hard to trust sum1
Baby i gotta let go
Dont wanna miss out on love this time
Gotta leave those things behind


1 dissapointment
1 heart break
too many mistakes in love i've made
i cant come with all this baggage thinkin he's gonna have it
see i know im bein selfish but i gotta let it go

close that chapter
close that book
faith in love is all it ever took
thats why i never gave up and i never gave in
cause i know true love is waitin for me again


I know I been holding back
But he really hurt me bad
I dont wanna take my past
And put it all on u
Im not tryna hold you back
really hope you understand
I dont know what im gonna do


When I think of what he did to me
It makes it hard to fall in love
When I think about just what i need
It makes it hard to trust sum1
Baby i gotta let go
Dont wanna miss out on love this time
Gotta leave those things behind


He made it so hard
2 trust sum1
He made it so hard
2 fall in love

ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Nice girls
"This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.

This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.

This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had.

This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.

This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.

This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.

So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why?

Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congradulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.

So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)"

bittersweet is the taste of love.
not knowing what lies before you the greatest uncertainity of life, the multiple loops, twists and turns you take. Your nothing but a trapeze artist of your circus life.
What to do now? you wait and think you; you analize the situation at different angles. regreting and thinking what could i have done differently
only to have an outcome of i wouldn't change anything or done anything differently life is just like that because what we were put through were for reasons were for lessons to learn from.
Life is beautiful it truly is no matter how big the struggle or how hard life can get it always has a sense of beauty. passion, gracefulness.
Don't you stop don't you Ever quit

When Nights are long & Friends are few,  
I sit by my Window & think of u.
a silent whisper a silent tear.
with all my Heart i wish you were here.

You were more than just a guy
You were...
Your were my friend, my lover
My shoulder to lean on, my light
My joy and happiness
You were...
You were the one who showed me meaningness in the smallest of things
The one who made me laugh when I cried
The one who told me to try
You were...
You were the one that loved my flaws
The one who took me far
The one I loved like no other
You were...
You were my passion in life
My desire to live
My fuel for this journey
You were...
You were

Written by: Jennifer Cruz and Ashley Cruz