The Black Parade

Something for October...adapted from the original concepts of Gerard Arthur Way and illustrations by James Jean

When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band...
He said, "Son, when you grow up
Would you be the savior of the broken
The beaten, and the damned?

I see you lying next to me,
With words I thought I'd never speak,
Awake and unafraid,
Asleep or dead...

Because the hardest part of this is leaving you...

And if you would call me your sweetheart,
I'd maybe then sing you a song?

Teenagers- they scare
The living sh*t out of me.

When you go,
Would you even turn to say?
I don't love you like I did yesterday...