"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too.
They live inside us, and sometimes, they win."

Samantha, or Sam. Twenty.
College theatre dork.
History and Anthropology major.
Geek extraordinaire.
Schemer, dreamer, believer.
I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.
Some pray that one dayChrist will come a’-callin’They light a candleAnd hope that it glowsAnd some just lie thereCrying for him to come and find themBut when he comes they don’t know how to go

Some pray that one day
Christ will come a’-callin’
They light a candle
And hope that it glows
And some just lie there
Crying for him to come and find them
But when he comes they don’t know how to go

It’s like we stop time. What can I do? We’ve all got our junk, and my junk is you. My junk is you. My junk is you. You. You. You.

It’s like we stop time. What can I do? 
We’ve all got our junk, and my junk is you. 
My junk is you. 
My junk is you. 
You. You. You.