Here's a story of a girl,
 Living in the lonely world,
 A hidden note, A secret crush,
 A little boy who talks too much.

Well, I'm standing in the crowd,
 And when you smile I check you out,
 But you don't even know my name,
 You're too busy playing games,

And I want you too know,
 If you lose your way,
 I won't let you go.

If I cut my hair,
 If I change my clothes,
 Will you notice me?

If I bite my lip,
 If I say hello,
 Will you notice me?


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Lyrics of the song "Notice Me" by Zetta Bytes

Monday, November 16, 2009
9:41 PM

'Truth...I really want to know the truth of exactly how you feel. I want to know if it's a game or if our love is real. I wish I could tell you that I think our love is right, but I know I can't do that because I feel your with someone else tonight.'

What is TRUTH? ! ...Is it a feeling? , a thought? , a belief? Does the truth really set us free or does it leave us wishing we hadn't found out the TRUTH nor told it in the first place? Would one rather hear the truth than believe a lie or believe a lie and NOT want to hear the truth?

Do we let this 'truth' determine what the next step will be? If we hear the truth about the question we ask or the thought we have or what we feel, do we accept it as the truth or do we keep digging for more because we're not satisfied with the truth that's been given?

Tell me the truth? ...would it really matter in the end? IF it does / should...who would it affect? The person wanting the truth or the person giving the truth? Both?

The truth is...we all have OUR own truths. What someone tells us wouldn't matter because it would all fall on us...whether we want to believe what they tell us to be the truth or not. The truth is there is no real truth but your own. Am I right? ...That's for me to decide...my truth is...

I want so much yet give so little. I fear...I reject...I block people out...but hey...that's me...my truth...

 Truth hurts they say. That may be so.
Lies hurt too; a double blow.
For in the lie, a truth appears
and that is why the lie ensnares.

To break the snare, truth must be faced
and lie left naked in its place,
so that the truth in Truth submerge
and freedom true, begin to surge.

For Truth makes free the Prophet cries
as on the cross in love he dies.

Will you ever notice me...