End of Night .

There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King Have grown so tired of the same old thing Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones An emptiness began to grow But who here would ever understand That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin Would tire of his crown, if they only understoodHe'd give it all up if he only could ♪

Jack's Lament - Jack Skellington <3 Tweet