Gerard was your father..he adopted you. You were only 15 when he did. He could've gotten someone younger but he chose you.

Gerard knew about your past because of the orphanage. He was worried about you. Always.

Gerard's band mates were over. His bands music was blasting. You came out and Gerard saw you. He smiled and picked you up and started singing. "You're never gonna fit in much, kid. But if you're troubled and hurt, what you got under your shirt, will make them pay for the things that they did!" Gerard sang, holding you close.