Wednesday, December 16, 2009
♥ Black Parade
I love this part:
On and on we carry through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers
Ooh oh ohhhh
Take a look at me cause I could not care at all
Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Go and try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part
I won't explain or say I'm sorry
I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar
Give a cheer for all the broken
Listen here, because it's who we are
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
Just a boy, who had to sing this song
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
I! don't! care!
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on
Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Go and try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part (We'll carry on)
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My Balloon.
Is a perfect balloon.
The blue, the eyes, the smile. ( see picture ----->)
But then...
it felt like, it was
tugging my hand.
As if, If wants to fly away.
So.. with much effort.
With much sadness.
My hand opened.
And it flew away.
Then,
time flew.
Memories,
Like the pages of the calender.
We always tear away the old ones.
Throw them away.
My balloon.
Then came back.
But,
it was stained.
Dirty.
And different.
Should I
Welcome it back with open arms?
Or...
Reject it,
and walk away.
I want
my old balloon back.
So..
If it's not you.
I don't
want you back.
End.
On and on we carry through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers
Ooh oh ohhhh
Take a look at me cause I could not care at all
Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Go and try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part
I won't explain or say I'm sorry
I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar
Give a cheer for all the broken
Listen here, because it's who we are
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
Just a boy, who had to sing this song
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
I! don't! care!
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on
Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Go and try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part (We'll carry on)
---------------------------------
My Balloon.
Is a perfect balloon.
The blue, the eyes, the smile. ( see picture ----->)
But then...
it felt like, it was
tugging my hand.
As if, If wants to fly away.
So.. with much effort.
With much sadness.
My hand opened.
And it flew away.
Then,
time flew.
Memories,
Like the pages of the calender.
We always tear away the old ones.
Throw them away.
My balloon.
Then came back.
But,
it was stained.
Dirty.
And different.
Should I
Welcome it back with open arms?
Or...
Reject it,
and walk away.
I want
my old balloon back.
So..
If it's not you.
I don't
want you back.
End.
12:16 AM
