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letra de the emo song - adam and andrew

dear diary:

mood: apathetic.

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,
“stabeddy 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 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 f-g
’cause our dudes look like chicks,
and our chicks look like dyk-s
’cause emo is one step below transvest-te!

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 hawth-rne
heights alb-m without sobbing
girls keep breaking up with me,
it’s never any fun.
they say they already have a p-ssy,
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 gl-sses
i tell my friends i bleed black
and cry during cl-sses
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 h-m-
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.
they think i’m gay just because
they saw me kiss a guy.
well, a couple guys. but i mean, it’s the 2000’s.
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…

- adam and andrew

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