homophobicsaregay
Tom was the only one who understood me. He took me to my first metal concert, he bought me a camcorder and would record me performing covers. Financed all of my tattoos and was all around supportive of me. Then he had to go and fucking die in a fucking drag race cause of a fucking faulty parachute. My parents never supported me so I turned to drugs and rapidly fell into a severe depression. I started expressing my thoughts more and more in my lyrics and less out loud to the point I just went silent. Several rehab visits and 6 psychiatrists later I wound up with a new one named Mr. Something Fransceshi. He was like all the others, trying to get to the root of the problem instead of getting to at least know me first. Now his son, Josh, on the other hand.
Well........