It was Summertime and I was a Teenager, I looked at you Mama and you said that you had lived one of The Sharpest Lives and that you wish you had a Bulletproof Heart, but you don't because you have Cancer. You lay on your bed and drifted off to Sleep. And Look Alive Sunshine were your Famous Last Words, so Welcome To The Black Parade, Helena, cause all i see now is The Ghost Of You cause you're Dead, now The Only Hope For Me Is You, cause I don't love you like I did yesterday, I love you more.






















Povedeny!