PleaseΒ Β I'll put my mask on of "happiness." When you see me put this mask on, Pull it off and ask me what's wrong.
If I lie to you, Which I probably will, Slap me.
When I slap you back, Pull my hand back, And wrestle me to the ground, Force the truth out of me, Then console me with hugs and kisses As the tears begin to fall.
I'm not okay (i promise) Welcome to the black parade Both by my chemical romance