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Dear Diary,
Mood:Apethetic
My life is spiralling downward, I couldn't get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and Suffocate me Dry concert,
It sucks coz they play some of my favourite songs like:
'Stab my Heart because I love You', 'Rip apart My Soul' (of course) and 'Stabby Rip Stab Stab',
And it doesn't help that I couldn't get my hair into that flippy thingy (you know),
Like that guy from that band can do,
Some days (you know)
VERSE
I'm an emo kid, non conforming as can be,
You'd be non conforming too if u looked just like me,
I have paint on my nails and make-up on my face,
I'm almost emo enough to start shaving my legs,
Coz i feel real deep (when I'm dressing in drag),
I call it freedom of expression, well just call me a fag,
Coz our dudes look like chics and our chics look like dykes,
Coz an emo is one step below transvestite
CHORUS
Stop my breathing and slit my throat,
I must be emo,
I don't jump around when I go to shows,
I must be emo
VERSE 2
I'm dark and sensitive with low self-esteem,
The way I dress makes everyday feel like Haloween,
I have no real problems but I like to make believe,
I stole my sister's masacara now I'm grounded for a week,
Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies,
I can't get through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing,
Girls keep breaking up with me (its never any fun),
They say they already have a pussie...they don't need another one,
CHORUS
Stop my breathing and slit my throat,
I must be emo,
I don't jump around when I go to shows,
I must be emo,
Dye in my hair and polish on my toes,
I must be emo,
I play guitar and write suicide notes,
I must be E-M-O,
PROLOGUE (PART 2)
My life is just a balck abyss (you know) its sooo dark,
And its suffocating me,
Grabbing a hold of me and tightening its grip,
Tighter than a pair of my little sister's jeans,
Which look great on me by the way,
VERSE 3
When I get depressed, I cut my wrists in every direction,
Hearing songs about getting dumped give me an erection,
I write Inner Live Drill and wear thick rimmed glasses,
I told my friends I bleed balck,
And cry during classes,
I'm just a bad, cheap immitation of Goth,
You can watch me read 'Catcher in the Rye' and watch me jack off,
I skate in tight clothes while hating my life,
If I said I liked girls, I'd only be half right
CHORUS
I loom like I'm dead and just like a homo,
I must be emo,
Screw X-Box, I play old school Nintendo,
I must be emo,
I like to whine and hit my parentals,
I must be emo,
Me and my friends all look like clones,
I must be E-M-O,
EPILOGUE
My parents just don't get me (you know),
They think I'm gay just because they saw me kiss a guy,
Well, a couple of guys,
But I mean it's the 2000's, can two or four dudes make out without being gay?
Chicks dig that kinda thing anyway,
I dunno diary,
Sometimes I think you're the only one that gets me,
You're my best friend
Go CuT yOuRsElF =]
