I now present to you, the emo song, in lyrics as close as I could get them. Of course, sometimes, when the emo dude is talking, it's hard to listen to him without wanting to stab my ears out. So without further ado...
Dear Diary
Mood: Appethetic
My life is spiraling downwards. I couldn't get enough money to go to the Blood-Red Romance and Sufficate Me Dry concert. It sucks cause they play some of my favorite songs, like Stab My Heart Because I love you, and, Part 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 thingy. Like that guy from that band can do. Some days.
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 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
Most just call me a fag
'Cause our dudes look like chicks
And our 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'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
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!
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? So dark, and it's suffocating me, grabbing ahold 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 LiveJournal
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 even catch me in the rye
And watch me jack off
I wear skin tight close
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 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 I'm gay just because they saw me kiss a guy. Well, a couple guys. But, I mean, it's the two salbus. You get two, or four dudes to make out with each other without being gay, I mean, chicks dig that kinda thing anyways. I don't know, diary, sometimes I think you're the only one who gets me. You're my best friend.
I feel like tacos.