Patsch / Bella / Blog

Now come one 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 notIf you look in the mir­ror and don’t like what you see
You can find out first­hand 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

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!

(my Chem­i­cal romance,   the end)

Now come one 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 notIf you look in the mirror and don't like what you see You can find out firsthand 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 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! (my Chemical romance,   the end)