THE EMO SONG PPL!
ThE eMo SoNgS
Dear Diary
Mood: Apathetic
My life is spiralling downward. I couldn’t get enough money to go to the Bloody Romance and Suffocate Me Dry concert. It sucks cause they play some of my favourite songs, like "Stab my heart because I love you" and "Rip apart my soul" and of course "Stabby rip stab stab". And it doesn’t help that I couldn’t get my hair into that flippy thing either, y’know like that guy from that band can do.
Somedays:
I’m an emo kid, non-conforming as can be
You’d be non-conforming too if you 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.
Cause I feel real deep when I’m dressing in drag
I call it freedom of expression, most just call me a ***.
Cause their dudes look like chicks, and their chicks look like dykes
Cause emo is one step below transvestite.
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’d dark and sensitive, with no self esteem.
My dress makes every day feel like Halloween.
I have no real problems, but I like to make believe.
Stole my sisters 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 and it’s never any fun.
They say they already have a *****, 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
Dye in 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, y’know…it’s so dark, and its suffocating me y’know, grabbing a hold of me, tightening its grip. Tighter than a pair of my little sisters jeans…which look great on my by the way…
When I get depressed I cut my wrists in every direction.
Hearing songs about getting dumped give me and erection.
I write inner life drill and wear thick rimmed glasses.
I told my friends I bleed black and cry during classes.
I’m just a bad, cheap imitation of goth.
You can gimme "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 just don’t get me y’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 2000s, can’t two or four guys make out with each other, without being gay. I mean, chicks dig that kinda thing anyways.
I dunno diary, sometimes I think you’re the only one that gets me. You’re my best friend.
I feel like tacos.
Dear Diary
Mood: Apathetic
My life is spiralling downward. I couldn’t get enough money to go to the Bloody Romance and Suffocate Me Dry concert. It sucks cause they play some of my favourite songs, like "Stab my heart because I love you" and "Rip apart my soul" and of course "Stabby rip stab stab". And it doesn’t help that I couldn’t get my hair into that flippy thing either, y’know like that guy from that band can do.
Somedays:
I’m an emo kid, non-conforming as can be
You’d be non-conforming too if you 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.
Cause I feel real deep when I’m dressing in drag
I call it freedom of expression, most just call me a ***.
Cause their dudes look like chicks, and their chicks look like dykes
Cause emo is one step below transvestite.
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’d dark and sensitive, with no self esteem.
My dress makes every day feel like Halloween.
I have no real problems, but I like to make believe.
Stole my sisters 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 and it’s never any fun.
They say they already have a *****, 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
Dye in 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, y’know…it’s so dark, and its suffocating me y’know, grabbing a hold of me, tightening its grip. Tighter than a pair of my little sisters jeans…which look great on my by the way…
When I get depressed I cut my wrists in every direction.
Hearing songs about getting dumped give me and erection.
I write inner life drill and wear thick rimmed glasses.
I told my friends I bleed black and cry during classes.
I’m just a bad, cheap imitation of goth.
You can gimme "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 just don’t get me y’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 2000s, can’t two or four guys make out with each other, without being gay. I mean, chicks dig that kinda thing anyways.
I dunno diary, sometimes I think you’re the only one that gets me. You’re my best friend.
I feel like tacos.