The End.

Now, come on, come all to this tragic affair
 Wipe off that makeup, 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, I'll expect you won't cry
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 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, yeah
 Come on, come on, come on, I said
 Save me! (Get me the hell out of here)
 Save me! (Too young to die and my dear)
 You can't! (If you can hear me, just)
 Save me! (Walk away, yeah)