Can Dreams Become Reality?
How Could This Happen?
Just seeing both of them right there in MY bathroom doing things that i couldn't imagine Katrina and Gerard doing, Katrina looked up at me with a startled look on her face as if she didn't know what she was doing...
What are you doing Kat? You dirty little bitch! I trusted you and let you into my house, and this is how you repay me!! Get out Kat, i never want to see you again... don't ever think of calling me again either, you cheating whore!! WE'RE THROUGH!
As i watched Katrina put her top back on i couldn't help but regret what i just said to her, her curves were amazing and i couldn't help but want her to stay, but knowing that she is willing to sleep with my best friend in my own house, that bitch has gotta go....
"Look, dude i'm really sorry, she led me on, it didn't mean anything i promise, we were just making out! Nothing alse would have happened, i should have stopped it, this shit is twisted, Frank you gotta believe me she came on to me, man you saw the way she said bye to me!" Gerard spluttered.
I haven't got anytime for you what so ever Gerard, just leave, get out and don't bother coming around this neighbourhood again, 'cause you just ain't welcome anymore.. and with the bullshit about my dad calling me, it was all just an excuse to fuck my girlfriend behind my back, wern't it Gerard? Huh? I know what's been going on, i'm not as stupid as i look..
GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE NOW!
"Look i said i was sorry dude, she a whore anyway look at the way she dresses.. can't you s....."
Just get the fuck outta my house, NOW! i don't ever wanna speak to you again!
The cheating scumbags were out of my house and i just couldn't control myself, i just spiralled down into a deep depression, i would stay in my bedroom for days on end just crying and writing songs which were so deep that it could make anyone clinically depressed.. Katrina tried to call me 13 times that day, i rejected every one of those calls, i have no time for cheap whores like her, none at all. Gerard hasn't been in touch either he knows im mad with him, and he stays well clear.. Now i'm just focusing on the music becoming more and more cut off from the world, by bandmates are starting to worry about me, but i couldn't give two fucks at the moment... I wouldn't care if got hit by a bus in the next 10 minutes, at least i would be as far away from Gerard and Katrina as i possibly could be.... My life is just a wreck, i AM a human wreckage... nothing can help me now......except.....?
What are you doing Kat? You dirty little bitch! I trusted you and let you into my house, and this is how you repay me!! Get out Kat, i never want to see you again... don't ever think of calling me again either, you cheating whore!! WE'RE THROUGH!
As i watched Katrina put her top back on i couldn't help but regret what i just said to her, her curves were amazing and i couldn't help but want her to stay, but knowing that she is willing to sleep with my best friend in my own house, that bitch has gotta go....
"Look, dude i'm really sorry, she led me on, it didn't mean anything i promise, we were just making out! Nothing alse would have happened, i should have stopped it, this shit is twisted, Frank you gotta believe me she came on to me, man you saw the way she said bye to me!" Gerard spluttered.
I haven't got anytime for you what so ever Gerard, just leave, get out and don't bother coming around this neighbourhood again, 'cause you just ain't welcome anymore.. and with the bullshit about my dad calling me, it was all just an excuse to fuck my girlfriend behind my back, wern't it Gerard? Huh? I know what's been going on, i'm not as stupid as i look..
GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE NOW!
"Look i said i was sorry dude, she a whore anyway look at the way she dresses.. can't you s....."
Just get the fuck outta my house, NOW! i don't ever wanna speak to you again!
The cheating scumbags were out of my house and i just couldn't control myself, i just spiralled down into a deep depression, i would stay in my bedroom for days on end just crying and writing songs which were so deep that it could make anyone clinically depressed.. Katrina tried to call me 13 times that day, i rejected every one of those calls, i have no time for cheap whores like her, none at all. Gerard hasn't been in touch either he knows im mad with him, and he stays well clear.. Now i'm just focusing on the music becoming more and more cut off from the world, by bandmates are starting to worry about me, but i couldn't give two fucks at the moment... I wouldn't care if got hit by a bus in the next 10 minutes, at least i would be as far away from Gerard and Katrina as i possibly could be.... My life is just a wreck, i AM a human wreckage... nothing can help me now......except.....?