The End-MCR

Now come one come all
to this tragic affair
wipe off that makeup whats in is dispair
So throw on the black dress mixed in with lot
you might wake up and notice your someone your not
if you look in the mirror and dont like whay you see
you can find out first hand what its like to be me
so gather'around piggies and kiss this goodbye
i'd encourage your smiles i'll 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 Yeah! Yeah!
I said Yeah!
C'mon C'mon C'mon
I said save me!
get me the hell out of here!
Save Me!
Too young to die.
you can't
if you can hear mejust walk (take me!)away