In a wheelchair/I'm not following you/Thought I was/Didn't believe me

I know you don't owe me anything, you're not superhuman, you make mistakes too, I know you don't owe me anything/Yeah right.

Run away/Can't leave/Trapped/Memory stalking me

i know you don't owe me anything/But I don't believe myself.

Greatest fears.

Nightmares.

Rhyming thoughts.


Twas the night of Halloween
And here's a great story to be seen
One of Cassie, and MCR
Some groundbreaking melodies, drums and guitars.

A borrowed CD, another friend's room
Sitting there listening, saying "FUCK THIS SHIT'S GOOD!"
Mind-rape for months, ranting and such
Passed it on to Marie, and then it got stuck.

But now that spark has turned dull and gray
I discover I've been wasting my whole life away
I'm losing my faith in Gerard Arthur Way.

For a while, the obsession
Served for a great distraction
But then what happens
At disillusion?

I promise I mean it, but I never will
I say all the right words, but it's not how I feel.

They're falling apart
Frayed at the seams
But life's not supposed to imitate art
Especially when art's just my bad dreams.

Horrendously naive, that much is true
But some part still believes, all the way through.

So the moral of the story is
To not put your faith in just one man
Or even a five-person marching band.

I wonder if I came to the theory too late
Or if I'm just making another mistake.



I wish I could
Lay your arms down
And let you rest at last
Wish I could
Slay your demons
But now that time has passed
Wish I could stay
But I'm just standing in the way.