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Oh?:Megan. Freshman. 15. White. Sometimes boring. Lazy. MySpace addict. Christian. Gangster. Music junkie.

God. Music. Matt Good. Spencer Chamberlain. Root beer. Pictures. Wal-Mart. Concerts. Dry erase boards. MySpace. Sleeping. Pete Wentz.

Needles. Mannequins. Waiting. When people say they'll call back and don't. Looking people in the eye. Waking up. Being cold. Cherries. Humidity. Certain commericals.

I try to find the words to say to you,
But I can't find them,
So I'll just keep my mouth shut.
I can't say what will make you go away,
Because I don't want you to leave.
But I can't see you and you won't hear me.
I can't hold you anymore.
To my surprise I open up my eyes and
I hear your voice
And I hear your lies,
But I still want to be the one you dream about
When you're lying in bed
And you scream and shout
That I should have been the one that was there
And you should have been the one that cared,
But I guess its too late and we're on bad terms
But I've got to admit that it still hurts.
So here I am again always stuck in this situation,
I guess you could say that I messed up.
If you go, I don't know if I can handle being alone.

Roar Roar Roar I'm a DINOSAUR!
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