sister, i’m not much a poet, but a criminal
and you never had a chance
love it, or leave it, you can’t understand
a pretty face, but you do so carry on,
and on,
and on

i wouldn’t front the scene if you paid me
i’m just the way that the doctor made me, on,
and on,
and on,
and on
love is the red of the rose on your coffin door
what’s life like, bleeding on the floor,
the floor,
the floor

you’ll never make me leave
i wear this on my sleeve
give me a reason to believe

so give me all your poison
and give me all your pills
and give me all your hopeless hearts
and make me ill
you’re running after something
that you’ll never kill
if this is what you want
then fire at will

preach all you want but who’s gonna save me?
i keep a gun on the book you gave me, hallelujah, lock and load
black is the kiss, the touch of the serpent sun
it ain’t the mark or the scar that makes you one,
and one,
and one,
and one

you’ll never make me leave
i wear this on my sleeve
give me a reason to believe

so give me all your poison
and give me all your pills
and give me all your hopeless hearts
and make me ill
you’re running after something
that you’ll never kill
if this is what you want
then fire at will

you’ll never make me leave
i wear this on my sleeve
you wanna follow something
give me a better cause to lead
just give me what i need
give me a reason to believe

so give me all your poison
and give me all your pills
and give me all your hopeless hearts
and make me ill
you’re running after something
that you’ll never kill
if this is what you want
then fire at will

you’ll never make me leave
i wear this on my sleeve
you wanna follow something
give me a better cause to lead
just give me what i need
give me a reason to believe

so give me all your poison
and give me all your pills
and give me all your hopeless hearts
and make me ill
you’re running after something
that you’ll never kill
if this is what you want
then fire at will

so give me all your poison
and give me all your pills
and give me all your hopeless hearts
and make me ill
you’re running after something
that you’ll never kill
if this is what you want
then fire at will

Meepit Girl’s Note- These are lyrics. I didn’t write them. My Chemical Romance did.

Uh…
I don’t know what to put.
Oh…uh…fine…my name’s Anna May. Don’t laugh. My mum came up with it when I was born…and I just suppose I’ve hated it ever since. Maybe that’s why I cried when I was a baby — because I had such a weirdo name. I probably heard my mum saying ‘Anna May’ and that made me angry.

Everyone thinks I’m going to have a bad temper, because I’ve got red hair. It’s not even properly red. It’s more like a dark purply kind of red, you know, the smelly sort you get in boxes. I don’t have a bad temper. It’s just the way I was born, I think…

But I wish I wasn’t called Anna May, because it sounds freaky.
Very freaky.

I’ve got a little sister, and she’s even more freaky than me. Her first name is Samantha. What do parents have about these weird names? But she hasn’t got red hair. Her hair is fair and very long and curly. She’s got big blue eyes and likes to blink them at Mum and Dad when she wants something. My sister isn’t half a spoilt brat. >(

WAYS TO AVOID MY SISTER:

Bribe her out of your room with chocolate.

Get a lock on your door.

Get an electric fence. I have THAT.

Uh…the end.