This song makes me laugh... mainly because people call me emo, and im nothing like this
Dear diary, mood, apathetic. 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 cause they play some of my favourite songs like ‘Stab My Heart Because I Love You’ or ‘Rip Apart My Soul’, and of course ‘Stab Rip Stab Stab‘. And it doesn’t help that. I couldn’t get my hair into that flippy thingy there. Like that guy from that band can do. Somedays you know
I’m an emo kid
None confirming as can be
You can be none confirming too if you look just like me
I have paint on my nails and makeup on my face
I’m almost emo enough to start shaving my legs
Cause I feel real deep when I’m dressing in drag
I call it freedom of expression they just call me a fag
Cause there’s dudes who look like chicks
And there are chicks who look like dykes
Because emo is one step below transvestites
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
I’m dark and sensitive with low self-esteem
The way I dress makes everyday feel like Halloween
I have no real problems but I like to make believe
I stole my sister’s mascara 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
It’s never any fun they say they already have a pussy they don’t need another one
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
Dying my hair and polish on my toes
I must be emo
I play guitar and write suicide notes
I must be emo
My life is just a black abyss. You know its so dark and its suffocating me. Carving a hole in me and tightening its grip. Tighter than the pair of my little sister’s jeans. Which still look great on me by the way
When I get depressed
I cut my wrist in every direction
Hearing songs about getting dumped give me an erection
I write in a live journal and wear thick rimmed glasses
I tell my friends I bleed black and cry during classes
I’m just a bad cheap imitation of Goth
You can read me ‘Catcher in the Rye’ and watch me jack off
I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life
If I said I liked girls I’d only be half right
I look like I’m dead and dress like a homo
I must be emo
Screw X-box I play old school Nintendo
I must be emo
I like to whine and hate my parentals
I must be emo
Me and my friends all look like clones
I must be emo
My parents don’t get me you know. They think me I’m gay just because they saw me kiss a guy, well a couple of guys. But I mean. it’s the 2000s. Can’t two, or four dudes make out with each other without being gay. I mean chicks dig that kind of thing anyways. I don’t know diary. Sometimes I think you’re the only who gets me. You’re my best friend.
I’m an emo kid
None confirming as can be
You can be none confirming too if you look just like me
I have paint on my nails and makeup on my face
I’m almost emo enough to start shaving my legs
Cause I feel real deep when I’m dressing in drag
I call it freedom of expression they just call me a fag
Cause there’s dudes who look like chicks
And there are chicks who look like dykes
Because emo is one step below transvestites
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
I’m dark and sensitive with low self-esteem
The way I dress makes everyday feel like Halloween
I have no real problems but I like to make believe
I stole my sister’s mascara 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
It’s never any fun they say they already have a pussy they don’t need another one
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
Dying my hair and polish on my toes
I must be emo
I play guitar and write suicide notes
I must be emo
My life is just a black abyss. You know its so dark and its suffocating me. Carving a hole in me and tightening its grip. Tighter than the pair of my little sister’s jeans. Which still look great on me by the way
When I get depressed
I cut my wrist in every direction
Hearing songs about getting dumped give me an erection
I write in a live journal and wear thick rimmed glasses
I tell my friends I bleed black and cry during classes
I’m just a bad cheap imitation of Goth
You can read me ‘Catcher in the Rye’ and watch me jack off
I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life
If I said I liked girls I’d only be half right
I look like I’m dead and dress like a homo
I must be emo
Screw X-box I play old school Nintendo
I must be emo
I like to whine and hate my parentals
I must be emo
Me and my friends all look like clones
I must be emo
My parents don’t get me you know. They think me I’m gay just because they saw me kiss a guy, well a couple of guys. But I mean. it’s the 2000s. Can’t two, or four dudes make out with each other without being gay. I mean chicks dig that kind of thing anyways. I don’t know diary. Sometimes I think you’re the only who gets me. You’re my best friend.