This is me with the words on the tip of my tongue, and my eye through a scope down the barrel of a gun.~Taking Back Sunday~ Mother Mary barry me in a place they'll never find. I kill only what I love, for what I love was never mine. ~Strung Out~ Just a lady who feels left out of place on the road to eternal hell... My dreams are like the tears you shed, when all of yours don't turn out so well*******When I have to many things running through my head I'm usually at my insperational point writing.