“You twist my arm

I’m twisting fate

You’ll leave alone, or crazy great

Or break into a million pieces, all your reasons

Lets live alone

And out of state

Lets make up everything and wake up breathing

Don’t give a damn about the wreck you leave in

You can use my friends, but that depends-

On what they’re for

And while we’re laying on the floor

My mouth is sore

I’m keeping score

A million reasons but I need a million more

You believe in love

I believe in faith

They’ll believe in anything, you make up villains

A trillion legions of the damned and William,

It was really me

It was really you

There was really nothing I could do

Until then,

Lets use our magic powers with the children

You don’t understand, we don’t hold hands

Come catch me, run

Cuz I’m not having any fun

I think you’re sore

I think I’m done

A million reasons

Can I be your number one?

Yeah. Yeah.” —

"Millions" by Gerard Way