The confession before the black parade
The wind is cold,
the sky is dark.
I live in a house that is old,
and i hear the sound of a dog's bark
I have no one to play with.
I have been beaten and abbused
To some, I am only a myth.
To others I am nothing but something to be used.
I have lied, cheated and killed.
I have loved, cried, and died.
I was once restless,
I was once sleepless.
Now I am at rest,
Now I am at rest.