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Happy is as happy does, We can’t go back to how it was. I ache for you, I know you know, That even now I miss you so. I’ll walk alone, I guess forever. Though I do know now Never to say never. You could make me laugh. You could make me cry. While I sat inside, asking why. Was I ever good enough for you? I tried, I did, but I didn’t do. I was at the edge, And you brought me back. Is true happiness what you lack?

They look at her, And they stare. They think she’s different: Well she is, but she’s proud of it. She loves as hard as she hates, Feeling so controversial That she gets mocked By the “normal” ones. She fragile, but strong. Illogical but true. She sees what others don’t, And cares when others reject. See her over there? Quirking her head, She’s lost in thought. See her eyes? They convey the messages That she cannot speak. So many secrets… See the scar on her wrist? Made from someone She loved more than anything. “Quit staring!” her body screams. Please don’t

Pretty Boy Your face does damage That's beyond your imagination. You hurt more people Than you will ever know. Tears fall from The eyes of your adorers... Your looks are fake, And YOU are fake. Your lies are The source of most pain, Your petty wishes Lead to utter humiliation. Your eyes Are holes of darkness and misery, And you kill With your soft-spoken words

So this is how It really feels to Have your heart ripped out, Torn up, Stomped on, And thrown at your feet. This feeling of hate Still can't overwhelm the love. Well, I've given up. I can't hold on, Not without you. You were my everything, You knew it too. You just didn't care... Because as of now, I mean nothing to you. You say to get over you, But some things Are a lot easier Said than done.

I'm not sure how to tell you That she went away And I don't know what to tell you To make the pain not want to stay. You say you'll take this bottle to your head, I scream your name. But you still can't hear me. You've been pulled too far under, Not sure how to get you back up again. All ou hear Is the anger, Filling you up, Overflowing the brim. Nothing else to hold you here, And now what's come true Is the sum of all your fears. A face, Hidden in tears. Not sure what to do now. I'm here, If you need me.

A shockingly red-haired teenage boy sighed, adjusting his corset and licking over painted lips before re-doing his eyeliner and standing, thin thong barely covering his lower bits and jeweled with a pair of exploding cherries, a reference to his stage name. Cherry Bomb, also known as Gerard Way, was a stripper, and this club? This was his domain. On the contrary, another teenager boy was experiencing a less glamorous time as he stood on the corner outside of the most critically-acclaimed club in the city. Every weekend, such as a night like tonight, he'd have to let the city's elite into their element; the place the politicians