I remember the day I hung out with my dad. He used to take me fun places and I would have a blast. But that was a long time ago. When I was four.

When I was

A young boy

My father

Took me into the city

To see a marching band.

He used to tell me horrid things, though. I didn't understand then, but now I get it perfectly. It was like he foresaw his death.

He said

"Son when

You grow up,

Will you be

The savior of the broken,

The beaten and the damned?"

He said

"Will you

Defeat them,

Your demons,

And all the non believers,

The plans that they have made?"

Because one day,

I'll leave you,

A phantom

To lead you in the summer,

To join the black parade."

He wanted me to be a hero. A savior. I can't be that now. Because he left me. All alone.

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,

Will you be the savior of the broken,

The beaten and the damned?"

I only remember a little about my mother. She was a kind woman and an unfortunate victim. People always stuttered and told me she died in a war, but I know better now. And Rin…..I'll never forgive myself. It was my fault she died…..

Sometimes I get the feeling

She's watching over me

And other times I feel like I should go.

I've seen it all. The wars and the tragic deaths to go with them. The bombing and the bodies. The images were seared into my mind at age ten. Those poor, innocent people….

Went through it all, the rise and fall

The bodies in the streets

And when you're gone we want you all to know

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

Sometimes I feel overwhelmed with grief. For everyone. Just knowing that some have suffered more destroys me.

And in my heart I can't contain it

The anthem won't explain it

I want to let it all loose. Scream and yell and just let the world know something is wrong. How I feel about others. This life.

Myself.

A world that sends you reeling, from decimated dreams

Your misery and hate will kill us all

So paint it black and take it back

Let's shout it loud and clear

Defiant to the end we hear the call

To carry on

I need to keep going. I have to. For all those people. Their hopes and dreams. Their memories.

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

And on; we carry through the fears

Oh oh oh

All the glances. The faces of broken trust and faith. Hope.

Disappointed faces of your peers

Oh oh oh

But I've learned to shut it all out. Years of being alone have hardened me. To the point of no return. No emotion. All the hurt and blame casts a dark shadow over me. But I need to continue with the life that I was given.

Take a look at me, 'cause I could not care at all

Do or die!

You'll never make me!

Because this world; will never take my heart

Come and try; you'll never break me

We want it all; we want to play this part

I'm not sorry. I couldn't do anything for my parents; I can't do anything for them. I have felt pain like they did. Like losing my best friend. And gaining a wretched scar to remind me of that fateful day.

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 not special. I never will be. I couldn't save the people most dear to me. Wasn't even close.

I'm just a man; I'm not a hero

Just a boy, whose meant to sing this song

I'm just a man; I'm not a hero

I. Don't. Care!

Was I left here just to get hurt? Was I supposed to learn from those traumas? Be stronger? Make better choices? I need answers to make it through. Like walking through fire. But nothing can burn me. I've been through too much to feel anything now. I'm free. All alone and free to be my own person. Free of my family and friends, making my own path. I have to keep going.

For them.

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
Come and try; you'll never break me
We want it all; we want to play this part
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 want to play this part

We'll carry on