MCR The End

6. května 2007 v 20:54
Now come one, come all to this tragic affair,
Wipe off that make up, what's in is despair.
So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot,
You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not.
If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see,
You can find out first hand what it's like to be me.
So gather round piggies and kiss this goodbye,
I'd encourage your smiles and expect you wont cry.

Another contusion, my funeral jag,
Here's my resignation, I'll serve it in drag.
You've got front row seats to the penitence ball,
When I grow up I want to be nothing at all!

I said yeahhhhh, yeahhhhh,
I say yeahhhhh, yeahhhhh,
Come on, come on, come on.
I say save me!
(Get me the hell out of here!)
Save me!
(Don't want to die and I dare;)
You can't...
(If you can hear me, just walk away)
...Save me!


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