Deticated To Gerard Arthur Way,
Please allow your humble spirt to return to you...
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Why did you have to change your everything,
Just rearrange your everything,
Forget the stage and everything,
You've clearly turned your face.
We loved it all, you everything,
Your curtain call, your everything.
You let it fall, your everything,
Becoming a discrace.
The stares, the clothes, your everything.
The things you know, your everything.
But you've been shown your everything.
And all that you've become.
Your voice, Your eyes, your everything,
Your vests and ties, you everything.
were they all lies? Is everything,
and all that you've earned done?
I'd like to think that everything
is still the same, and anything
could never blame your everything
for making up this mess.
The music turns my everything,
don't say goodbye to everything,
Here I'll tie with everything,
Alone, cold, and distressed
The new mind set and everything,
could never change the little things,
You've given me a song to sing,
and keep inside my heart.
From Bullets to Revenge, and in between,
Blood to The End, The Parade still rings.
Callow me then, Turn on the machine,
And we'll go back to the start.
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