I'm sitting on my bed, listening to Alesana on my iPod, picking through my beads, and realizing I have no life.
Then it hits me: about three-quarters of the lyrics of "I Must Be Emo" apply to me. Here, I'll underline the ones that do:
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 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 thingy.
Like that guy from that band can do.
Some days, you know...
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 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, it's so dark.
And it's suffocating me.
Grabbing ahold of me and tightening its 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 told 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 hate my parentals
I must be emo
Me and my friends all look like clones
I must be E-Mo
My parents just 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 2000s.
Can't 2... or 4 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 one that gets me,
you're my best friend...
I feel like tacos.
maybe not three-quarters. but you get the idea.
terrifying concept.
xDee (uuuugggghhh!!!!)
That song used too make me laugh when I first heard it cos:
ReplyDelete- I obsess over my hair.
- I wear make up.
- I look remarkably feminine.
- I wear my sister's make up. (it's MAC! How could I not?!)
- I love poetry. <3
- I wear my sisters jeans the whole time. It's awful to say, but recently they've been getting too big for me. O.o
- I love Catcher in the Rye. <3
- I've been told my clothes are so tight you can count my bones.
- Eh, I'm gay.
- I feel like a taco. Just the shell though.
Loooooooong comment! =D