Sunday, June 28, 2009

"MY LIFE" :(

My life is spiraling 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 favorite 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 to do that flippy thing either.
Like that guy from that band can do. Some days ugh...
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 'Cause I feel real deep when I'm dressing in drag I call it freedom of expression,
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'm dark,
and sensitive with low self-esteem The way I dress makes every day 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 boys 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
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, you know, it's so dark.
And it's suffocating me. Grabbing hold of me and tightening it's grip, tighter than a pair of my little sister's jeans...
which look great on me by the way.
When I get depressed I cut my wrists 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 like girls,
I'd only be half right!
I look like I'm dead and dress like a homo
I must be emo Screw XBox,
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 emo My parents just don't get me, you know.
I don't know diary, sometimes I think you're the only one that gets me, you're my best friend... I feel like tacos...

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