Everything

My lip is bleeding
and my tears are falling.
For your words are feeding
now my eyes are balling.

Gerard's voice is coming from my speakers
My pain is numbing
My will for living isn't growing weaker
But without MCR I know my self inflicted death is coming.

Everyone is sleeping
My arms are burning.
I'm counting all the secrets I'm keeping.
To hear them again is what I'm urning

To hear them again is why I'm living
You think it's an obsession
My love for them I am giving
With out them my time for living would lessen.