Mama by My Chemical Romance
Mama, we're all full of lies.
Mama, we're meant for the flies.
And right now they're building a coffin your size,
Mama, we're all full of lies.
Was this madness?
Was this feeling of urgency, this feeling of speed, was it madness?
Was I truly mad, like they all said?
I knew where I was; I knew what I was doing. It was whom I was that I didn't know. Or arguably, what I was.
Was I a monster? Was I truly as bad as everyone seemed to say? No, I couldn't be.
I was righting the wrongs the world had done to me. One life, maybe two, three, five, was nothing compared to what I'd seen. I'd seen more murder than anyone else I knew.
This life was nothing. This heart was nothing.
All my life I'd wanted to be something. Was this what I'd wanted? Was this what you wanted?
Was this the life you would've wanted me to lead? It's your fault. Everything I am is your fault.
And every single time someone told me I was a monster, every look I got before I took them. It was all for you.
I'm living this life for you. You loved me, but not really. Not me. You loved me, but not me. You wanted me to be the person everyone expected from you. So you pushed me, and pulled me, and forced me into your little mold, until the day I tried to escape. Then you turned away from me. Like I was a disgrace.
Like you ever cared. You have him. You forgot all about me. So I'm taking back the life you stole. The life I deserve. The life that's mine.
Any last words, I would ask him.
Say goodbye, I would tell him.
And then I'd pull the trigger.
