How I Was Saved by My Chemical Romance

I never wanted to beg for sympathy, I was just never that girl.

But I needed someone to listen... I needed someone to give a shit. To lend me their ear, and just let me rant, and let me be angry.

I couldn't find anyone who cared, and I didn't want to just throw my problems on someone else. So I kept my troubled feelings inside.

All it took was one glance - one song, and I knew I had someone... Someone who shared the same pain and hurt. Someone who could belt out about pretending to be okay, and being depressed.

Slowly, I took on their image, and I, too, joined the Black Parade.