My Salvation, My Safe Haven, My Chemical Romance
They made me stop, before I had even begun.
Gee's words in my head, 'round and 'round they spun.
"Don't hurt yourself. Nothing is ever worth it."
Although I didn't want to disappoint him, my wrist I did slit.
And at first I liked the feeling, a little bit free
Of the pain and the sorrow devouring me.
They weren't deep, though quite worse than a papercut
But I began to get a panicked feeling deep in my gut
As I saw the life-sustaining red ooze from my flesh.
And although the incisions weren't deeply etched
I felt guilty, ashamed for what I had done
Devastatingly disappointed that I had to be the one
To let them all down, five of the greatest guys in the world
I stared blankly, and as down the drain my blood swirled
I swore to Gerard, Frank, Mikey, Bob, and Ray
"Never again will I deal with my pain this way."
Because the awful feeling that enveloped me when I had to look at my arm
Told me that I forgot the meaning and the message of everything that was MCR.
So to myself, while sitting on that cold linoleum floor, I made a vow
To live the philosophy of my favorite band - forever, starting now.
Thanks to Neosporin I've no scars to show for the pain
And I've yet to defeat them, my demons still lurk, mostly unslain.
I know I'm a little fucked up, that's okay, because they're "just as fucked up as" me.
And all together we're most certainly NOT a cult, but one huge miracle of an army.
I guess what I'm trying to say is: MCR saved my life and "that's the real fuckin' point of this."
So I'm proud to inform you I'm no longer ashamed to look at my wrists.
And truth be told, I did it once and still consider it at times
But MCR continues to save me, so I wrote this rhyme.
Gee's words in my head, 'round and 'round they spun.
"Don't hurt yourself. Nothing is ever worth it."
Although I didn't want to disappoint him, my wrist I did slit.
And at first I liked the feeling, a little bit free
Of the pain and the sorrow devouring me.
They weren't deep, though quite worse than a papercut
But I began to get a panicked feeling deep in my gut
As I saw the life-sustaining red ooze from my flesh.
And although the incisions weren't deeply etched
I felt guilty, ashamed for what I had done
Devastatingly disappointed that I had to be the one
To let them all down, five of the greatest guys in the world
I stared blankly, and as down the drain my blood swirled
I swore to Gerard, Frank, Mikey, Bob, and Ray
"Never again will I deal with my pain this way."
Because the awful feeling that enveloped me when I had to look at my arm
Told me that I forgot the meaning and the message of everything that was MCR.
So to myself, while sitting on that cold linoleum floor, I made a vow
To live the philosophy of my favorite band - forever, starting now.
Thanks to Neosporin I've no scars to show for the pain
And I've yet to defeat them, my demons still lurk, mostly unslain.
I know I'm a little fucked up, that's okay, because they're "just as fucked up as" me.
And all together we're most certainly NOT a cult, but one huge miracle of an army.
I guess what I'm trying to say is: MCR saved my life and "that's the real fuckin' point of this."
So I'm proud to inform you I'm no longer ashamed to look at my wrists.
And truth be told, I did it once and still consider it at times
But MCR continues to save me, so I wrote this rhyme.