Scott

Hi! I'm Scott... most people call me Dix. I don't drink or do any drugs, but im still not a huge fan of the police, too many run-ins with power hungry cockfaces. I'm a big music junkie, but who isn't these days. Some of my favorite things: cars, music, nice girls, sober partying, cupcakes, eating out, wrestling, family time, poker, animals, mid-day naps, long car rides, the beach, overcast days, heated seats, cigarettes, coffee, perkins at 3 am, random road trips, skate shoes, ratty pants, t-shirts, backwards hats, my basement, loud techno, college life, the real world, infomercials, my neices and nephew, the waitresses at waffle house, hanging with the boys, l-i-v-i-n'... "Black Orchid" by BLUE OCTOBER... Have you ever been so lonely, No one there to hold? Pull me in or disown me, And then climb inside. My arms are open wide. Have a look inside.It is not that I am scared to learn, Why I'm empty inside. hold my hand or show some concern, If I live or die. My eyes are open wide. Help me look inside.I hear the water drip from the faucet. It's sweetly falling in tune. I'm gently closing the closet. I fall to the floor, and crawl to my room. The thought of ending it soon... Just let me sleep in my room.Hear me cry! cry! cry! I hear a knock at the front door. Don't come in! I try to look at you But I can't stop shaking. Leave me alone. Just go away. Mother I'm so scared.Empty bed and all of the sheets are gone, They're wrapped around me and you. All is quiet but the drop of a gun. I want to belong...to someone... But maybe life's not for everyone.