How I Feel About Possibly not Going to the Concert Tomorrow:

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How I Feel About Possibly not Going to the Concert Tomorrow:

I've written so much poetry for MCR in the past; but here's the one I wrote now:

I thought this meant to fucking much
So why can't I be okay to go?
Back in November I was so determined
Even if it meant walking miles in the snow
Back before I ever saw Them live,
I swore I'd get there if I died
And now I'm so sick, so full of pain
All I can do is sit and cry
But there's no fucking Way I can make it,
At least on 4/3 I wasn't alone
But now on 9/1. so important,
I can't fucking do this on my own
Was it something you said or am I just fucked?
I'm Way overthinking, my mind's a blur
But deep inside, can I really make it?
I love MCR so much it hurts
Gerard, could you say things worth my life?
It's always been your words that saved me
Frank, will you play just like in old times?
Maybe your medicine's what I need
I wish I could fuck up my hair tonight
Dye it a million Killjoy Colors
I wanted to make something to present to you
To show you mean more than the others
You've dried away my tears, Gerard
You up to helping one more time?
But does that compare to all the meaning
That burned my heart until I cried?
I'll never be able to explain
Just how much you fucking mean
If tomorrow, I don't see you live
You'll have killed a part of me...