My Parade

Nevermind the moans,
It's just my useless clone
Locked in his room.
He won't come out to play.

He used to hold the reigns
And, in his evil ways,
He made my life a constant barricade.
...but a desparate man will break it all away.

Pray the old me doesn't show his face.
He wants to rain on my parade.
Pray that I can keep his boredom hounds at bay.
He wants to rain on my parade.

Give me one good reason
Why I should decide
To let him out
And ruin my life.

It's his way to slowly
Creep back into frame
So he can bring the lull back into light,
But I'm having too much fun to step aside.

Pray the old me doesn't show his face.
He wants to rain on my parade.
Pray that I can keep his boredom hounds at bay.
He wants to rain on my parade.

Oh, don't believe
That he's a better me;
You can't make due with something past its prime,
So let's hang on this roller coaster ride.

Pray the old me doesn't show his face.
He wants to rain on my parade.
Pray that I can keep his boredom hounds at bay.
He wants to rain on my parade.

Pray the old me doesn't show his face.
He wants to rain on my parade.
Pray that I can keep his boredom hounds at bay.
He wants to rain on my parade.