Jul 12, 2005 17:54
i can hear the ocean
in this empty half of a shell
that was called my heart
and my life
until you so grafully tore it apart
emo shit
thinking you have somthing to live up to
so you have to hurt me so dramtically
just to watch me bleed
you want me
to be just like you
dont you
you want me to listen to sad music
and cry
and put on thoses lame ass
horn rimmed glasses
color my hair
and comb it over my eyes
or spike it up
and play guitar
or the drums
and cry into a beer bottle
pretending my lifes so much worse
than it really is
you think your lame bands
going somewhere
so you record yourself
all going to wal-mart
buying lightsabers and fighting in the aisles
being "cool"
and when the manager kicks you out
just like the rest of us
you take your emo ass
and your emo crew
to the waffle house
and cry on your emo pancakes
that becomes your syrup
you cant use the real thing
because it remind you of that time
i put syrup on my pancakes
and that reminds you of me
and now you want to cry again
dont you
dont cry to hard stupid emo bitch
it might mess up your shirt
that says
something emo
And now im becoming like you
comparing everything to you
and to the empty heartach i feel
like an empty toitle paper roll
used for usless crap
so now im going to call you
at Eight o clock
and your going to just be waking up
and complain
because you knocked over your stack
of home gardening magizines
on the way for the phone
and because im interupting your beauty sleep
and that you for making me a emo loser like you
Emo people suck
this is a new low of self loathing
E-motionally
M-Moronic
O-dd balls
But you like that dont you
i do
but only cause im so emo
H.a.h.a.h.a.h.a