Now come one, come all to this tragic affair.
Wipe off that makeup - What’s in her 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 me.
So gather around piggies, and kiss this goodbye!
I’d encourage your smiles, and 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!

“C’mon and Save Me!
Get me the hell out of here!
Save Me!
Your too young to die today dear!
You Can’t!
If you can hear me, just walk away… and take Me with you!”