Hollywood ***

Hollywood whore, passed out on the floor

That is how Gerard was, lying on the floor of his hotel room, out of his mind, drunk and supposivly high.

I'm sorry but the party's over

Mikey had wondered where his brother had went. he knew that something was wrong

Cocaine nose and trendy clothes

Gerard stared at the stuff before his eyes, all the poison that could send you into a high so bad, you would think you were in the French Revolution!

Gotta send her to rehab

That's where he might be going, he had issues, yes. He even had passed out during a concert. Mikey Ray, Matt, and Frank actually had to drag him off stage.

She found out she has no soul,
But it really doesn't bother her
White trash queen, american dream
Oh what a role model
Throwing a fit, making a scene
Like no tomorrow

That's how he was on drugs, anxious, hyper, depressed, and bipolar posssibly.

Hollywood whore
Passed out on the floor
Can't take it no more
I'm sorry but the party's over
The talk of the town
Is she's going down

The whole media were putting bets on when Gerad would crash adn burn. They were knowign that the party was almost over.

I'm sorry but the party's over now

He felt like flying he jumped from his slumber, and was running around his hotel room, screaming something about how Bert had drugged him. He screamed so hard, he puked.

Awake by noon, drunk by four
Sucked up in the showbiz

He was like that, drunk almsot all the time, 2004 had not been a kind year to Gerard.

You're so lame, you're such a bore
I wanna kick your teeth in
Plastic smile to match your style
We can tell you got a face lift
You're so vein, oh so vile
You're a number one hit

Eveyrone was praying that Gerard would stop, he was killing himself. To his band mates he was such a bore now, he was alway stoned or screwed out of his mind.

Hollywood whore
Passed out on the floor
Can't take it no more
I'm sorry but the party's over
The talk of the town,
Is she's going down
I'm sorry but the party's over

Rehab was starting to sound like his only choice, Mikey and his band mates had all agreed that Gerard's problem was getting out of control.

The cameras are gone
And nobody screams
She couldn't survive her fifteen minutes of fame

At night Gerard was a partyer, drunk, high, stoned, and everything in between.

Her friends are all gone,
she's going insane
She'll never survive without the money and fame
It's all going down the drain.

All of his family had felt like leaving him. He needed them, he was growing up too fast. He needed it.

Hollywood whore
Passed out on the floor
I'm sorry but the party's over
The talk of the town,
Is she's going down
I'm sorry but that party's over

Hollywood whore
Passed out on the floor
I'm sorry but the party's over
The talk of the town,
Is she's going down
I'm sorry but that party's over

Rehab was two weeks away, he couldn't beleive that his 15 minutes of fame were gone, he was hitting rock bottom...Wake up, the party's over
Wake up, the party's over
Wake up, the party's over
Wake up, the party's over now

Gerard's eyes snapped open, he was lying in a bed and Mikey was beside him on the floor. Gerard sat up and looked at his brother.

"MIkes?"

"Hmm?'"

"I'm not going! To rehab, that is!"

(hahaha) Don't let the door hit ya where the
Good lord split ya hunny (hahahaha) p

Mikey pushed Gerard out of bed. Gerard's stomach turnd from all the drugs in his body, he squeezed his eyes shut and threw up on the carpet.

MIkey cleaned up and when Gerard was fully dresse, they left.

"Bye Gerard, don't let the door hit ya on the way out, motherfucker. I hope you are fucking happy!" Mikey snapped.

Gerard stood there, tears pouring down his face.

"M..Mikes..." Gerard gasped. The party was over for him. He was left to die, alone.