The end-TEXT

24. března 2007 v 11:06 | parez |  Texty-The Black Parade
Now come one,
Come all,
To this tragic affair,
Wipe off 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 firsthand what it´s like to be me,
So gather 'round piggies and kiss this goodbye,
I 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,
I said

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 walk away and,
Take me!

Get me the hell out of here
Tell me that you'll die if I die
If you can here me just walk away

Buď první, kdo ohodnotí tento článek.

Nový komentář

Přihlásit se
  Ještě nemáte vlastní web? Můžete si jej zdarma založit na