► The end

Now come one, come all to this tragic affair wipe off that make up what's in it's dispair. 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 firsthand what is like to be me. so gather round piggies and kiss this goodbye, id encourage your smile i'll expect you don't cry. another contusion, my funeral jag. heres 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! yeah! c'mon, c'mon, c'mon. i said save me! get me the hell out of here! too young to die and my dear you can't ! if you can hear me just walk away and take me!