Which lyric are you captioning ur mirror selfie with?
- xx I’m not ok xx I promise
- we can live like jack & sally if we want
- if im just bad news then ur a liar
- note to self- i miss u terribly
When you hear the first three notes of the Black Parade, a chord reverberates deep down in the depths of your dark soul. Words leap out of you like a demon being summoned. It’s been 20 years, but you still weep over the poetic lyrics.
Your life has changed- your parents aren’t grumbling about will this phase ever end? (answer: no). No one at school is giving you the side eye because your eyeliner isn’t the goffik enough. & whether or not you still mismatch your sox or ever did actually get those facial piercings- your inner angsty emo kid is longing to scream their lungs out again during a blazing hot afternoon at warped tour.