My Chemical Romance
The End

Now come one come all to this tragic affair
Wipe of 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 ladies and kiss this goodbye
And encourage those smiles and then split you might fly

Oooh

Another contusion, my funeral track
Has my resignation, a servulant lack
You’ve got front row seats to the penitent spot
When I grow up I want to be nothing at all

Yeah, say yeah
Yeah, come on

Give me your hand in my hand
Tell me that your, tell me that one day
If you can hear me, just walk away