I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love:
Secretly drinking the alcohol from your mom's cupboard, holding your breath when people walk past you, cigarette smoke clouding the basement, taking more painkillers than necessary, hiding behind a god complex to mask your fear of adolescence, pressing the cold metal of a gun to your head just to see what it feels like

Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge:
Skipping classes, setting fire to paper in bins and watching it spread, the quiet sorrow of a funeral hall, blasting music so loud you can't hear anything else, running away from home, blood on white ceramic tiles, painting your older brothers nails black

Welcome To The Black Parade:
The empty feeling you get after crying for a really long time, séances with your friends under candlelight, white roses on black clothing, crushing cigarettes with your heel after stubbing them out on your hand, sitting on the edge of your bed at night trying to remember the last night you slept well, the rattling of old hospital beds

Danger Days-The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys:
Driving over the speed limit with the roof off and the wind rushing through your hair, realizing how much you've grown, harsh sun in a cloudless sky, rollerblade racing with your friends on dusty paths, graffiti on corporate buildings, feeling so happy that your untouchable, sitting in shitty diners with your friends and laughing so loud that you're asked to leave

May Death Never Stop You:
looking back on everything you've done, learning how to move on and walk away even if you don't want to.

I felt like it
Ciao~
PRU