When I was Your Man- lyrical StorySame bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now
I sit on the couch, and hate myself. I let you go. I watched you walk out, and didn't stop you. Why? Why didn't I stop you? Because you twisted my heart, stabbed it and put it back. I'm numb, and you walked out with my heart on the floor.
Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same
the Empty flat still echoes with the music we listened to, and I wince. We would dance around, me and you, and sing stupidly. We had a laugh on a weekend morning, making waffles and singing to our song. It was our song, you claimed that when you moved in. Why do you run away?
When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down
I won't answer the door. I hear the answer machine, and the tears roll down my cheeks. It was us, the morning you said yes, our joint 'sorry' to whoever was calling. I take off the ring you gave me. 'Promise not to cheat?' you had whispered. I had nodded, and you slipped the gold band onto my finger. I throw
Hear Us OutThe Daily Mail? What do they know?Hear Us Out3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
They called My Chemical Romance emo!
A suicide cult? Oh, give me a break
They saved my life for heaven's sake!
My story had several sad little twists
But they stopped me putting the cuts on my wrists
They showed me light and gave me hope
And took my ligature from my neck, the rope
Believe this truth, and not the lies,
So come on now, let's meet these guys!
Now who comes first? Of course, Gerard
Pointing out that life isn't always that hard
Having defeated his problems with drug and drink
He's quite a role model, most fans think!
Having had his fair share of pain
Helps fans find hope again
And always dabbling with hair dye
No-one knows what colour he'll try!
A handsome and vocally talented man
His words will help you if you think they can
The next one up is loyal Frank,
Who did a gig hooked up to an oxygen tank!
The original prankster, some people say
But indisputably talented in the guitar that he plays
Well-recognised for his funny twee
Gerard Way's PO BoxGerard WayGerard Way's PO Box2 years ago in Personal More Like This
P.O. Box 572800
Tarzana, CA 91357
He has two rules-
-He can't pass anything along to anyone
-Don't make it too weird.
And apparently he wants the word spread.
I'm thinking of writing a letter.
EDIT- He's added a third rule-- No Packages.
Teenagers Chapter 26 "Alright, Frankie, talk to me," Linda said as she led her son into the house and had him sit down on the couch. He sat and she sat down right next to him.Teenagers Chapter 262 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I-I don't know what to say," Frank spoke, obviously trying to swallow a lump in his throat.
"Did it go horribly at Jamia's?" she asked, and Frank burst into tears again. He buried his head in his arms and tried to stop crying like a fucking baby. He couldn't stop. Linda rubbed her son's back comfortingly. "Hmm," she said. "That bad?"
"Y-you have no idea," Frank bawled.
"Shhh, tell me what happened," her voice was soft and kind.
"Her dad... he hates me. All because of the kiss..." Frank stuttered out.
"What kiss?" Linda asked her son.
"Gerard and I... at the youth event..." Frank sobbed, sick of keeping the secret. "I-I don't know why we did it... but everybody saw us..."
"Ah," Linda sighed
The Standard Lives of the Haphazard Killjoys The skies above their heads give the impression to imitate the dry, dying static of the radio channel they are listening to. As to why they are tuned in to a dead channel, nobody wants to know. The dull drone of the radio creates a blanket of vacant thoughts, covering the unusual group of multicolored figures contrasting the endless sand dunes.The Standard Lives of the Haphazard Killjoys3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The hot thin winds whistle guttural notes, mixing in with the dead noise of the radio.
No one seems to care or rather, dares acknowledge the beating of sand particles against their exposed skins. Instead, the nine killjoys continue to explore the dunes in hopes of having a chance to rest their disheveled bodies unto the make-shift beds in one of the refuge den buried in the desert.
"There's no more time for daydreaming," Skyline Sunrise breaks the unnerving silence of the desert place.
All eyes turn to him in unison as if slapp
Happy Halloween "Happy Halloween, dork." Gerard grinned, sliding fluidly into the seat next to Frank at lunch. Frank was scowling, head down so that his black and red hair fell in his face, picking at a piece of soggy lettuce on his place, smothered in salad cream.Happy Halloween2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Yeah. Happy Halloween to you too, asshole." Frank muttered, continuing to play with the flimsy vegetable. He managed to unearth a small tomato, the seeds inside oozing out as if it were bleeding.
"What's up? Is ickle Frankie upset 'cause big, bad Gerard forgot to buy him a birthday present?" Gerard teased, stifling a chuckle in his sandwich.
"No. I haven't bought you one in three years. Payback."
"And the year before that you stole me one." Gerard remembered, pinching a piece of dry, grated carrot from Frank's plate and popping it in