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
All Is Dark - Frerard OneshotAll Is Dark - Frerard Oneshot2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Black. All I see is black, a mass of darkness surrounding me. I try to squint into the darkness, but nothing happens. I try to raise my arm to drag a hand through my hair, but nothing happens.
I can't move, my body won't let me, but I still have some of my senses. I can hear the beeping of a monitor, I can feel cold, stiff bed sheets surrounding me, I can smell the strong odour of disinfectant spray, but they are distant. I can't see or speak, I'm trapped in my own body. Laying motionless with no escape.
I feel tired and weak, I desperately want to sleep, to escape this feeling for a couple of hours at least. But how can I fall asleep? I'm uncomfortable and I can't move. I'm helpless.
I hear a door open and suddenly I feel someone resting their hand on mine. I can hear them whimpering. I can feel their tears drop onto my face and be gently wiped back off with a pad of a thumb. I can smell the scent of someone familiar, someone I miss, someone I love. It's Frank!
Frankie is crying becau
Gerard Way's PO BoxGerard WayGerard Way's PO Box1 year 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.
Hear Us OutThe Daily Mail? What do they know?Hear Us Out2 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