Kill The Gerard
Runaway Love
"You can't run away from everything."
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Run.
Down the rusted metal staircase, leap the last few steps. His feet pounded along the ground as soon as they hit pavement.
Run.
He betrayed you, and now he's gone. Run, run from it. Run so much you pass out and forget everything.
Tears were sliding down his face as he passed a local park, filled with laughter on this murky, gloomy day. It wasn't fair.
Run.
He'd promised not to do that shit anymore. First it was marijuana, then he got into worse and worse drugs. And, unlike the Runner, he wasn't afraid of needles, by any means. Practically fearless.
I stopped everything for him. Cutting, alcohol, cocaine, everything. We were getting better together, and now...
Now he was dead. Overdosed and left sprawled out on the couch to be found by the man who had worked so hard to help them both.
And now that man was running. He'd failed them both. One was dead, what was left for the other?
Nothing. So he decided to-
Run.
And that's what he did, until he had cried so much he couldn't see.
He couldn't even see the sign.
ROAD CLOSED
The bridge was broken, and he didn't know where he was going in the first place, so down he went, into the rocky water below- but he didn't hit the water.
The last thing his conscious told him was, You can't run from everything. Before-
"Frankie!" His voice rang through the air, but no one noticed.
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Frank Anthony Thomas Iero Jr.
1981-2002
Fearless
Gerard Arthur Way
1977-2002
Run.
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Run.
Down the rusted metal staircase, leap the last few steps. His feet pounded along the ground as soon as they hit pavement.
Run.
He betrayed you, and now he's gone. Run, run from it. Run so much you pass out and forget everything.
Tears were sliding down his face as he passed a local park, filled with laughter on this murky, gloomy day. It wasn't fair.
Run.
He'd promised not to do that shit anymore. First it was marijuana, then he got into worse and worse drugs. And, unlike the Runner, he wasn't afraid of needles, by any means. Practically fearless.
I stopped everything for him. Cutting, alcohol, cocaine, everything. We were getting better together, and now...
Now he was dead. Overdosed and left sprawled out on the couch to be found by the man who had worked so hard to help them both.
And now that man was running. He'd failed them both. One was dead, what was left for the other?
Nothing. So he decided to-
Run.
And that's what he did, until he had cried so much he couldn't see.
He couldn't even see the sign.
ROAD CLOSED
The bridge was broken, and he didn't know where he was going in the first place, so down he went, into the rocky water below- but he didn't hit the water.
The last thing his conscious told him was, You can't run from everything. Before-
"Frankie!" His voice rang through the air, but no one noticed.
-
Frank Anthony Thomas Iero Jr.
1981-2002
Fearless
Gerard Arthur Way
1977-2002
Run.
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