My Chemical Romance
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A rock star
That's what they call you
The thick , oozing fame gushing
from your pores
You care for it
(Not at all)
Your true priority is blatant
Save the children
Save the art
Here and now I lie in grim nostalgia
reminiscent of time spent with old friends
call them Tragic, now, for their tragic ends
If only I could be with them tonight
To have them back, revel in love now lost
