Attention. Give me your attention.
I live for your attention.
Ask me to sign your yearbook. And sign mine so I can feel like I have tons of friends. Compliment me when I talk to you in the hall. Insult me and I'll think it's pure humor. Laugh at me and I'll get you back. Nevermind, you don't even have to do anything to me to get my wrath. Am I being vain enough? Am I living up to the expectations? Everything I do needs to be noticed and labeled as cool. Everything's perfect in my little world. Everything's the way I wanted it to be. I've got a million blind little followers who think I'm something worth their time. But even I don't know what I'm doing. Whatever it is, it's getting your attention and it's gotta be right...I'm emo.