at the end of the world, or the last thing i see, you’re never coming home. & all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me, at the top of my lungs, in my arms, she dies. she dies. my chemical romance in the ghost of you
and who are you really without your angel? a vessel for the devil? a stanford genius? a hunter? or maybe you are just a little lost boy. the one you have always been all along.