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, insensitive with low self esteem,
the way i dress makes everyday feel like halloween.
I have no real problems but i like to make believe,
I stole my sisters mascara so I'm grounded for a week.
Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies,
I can't get through a Hawthorne heights album without sobbing.

Dye 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 abeyss,
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 sisters jeans,
which look great on me by the way.

When i get depressed i cut my wrists in every direction,
hearing songs 'bout getting dumped give me an erection.
I write in a live journal and wear thick rim glasses,
i tell my friends i bleed black and cry during classes.



- parts adapted from the song "emo kid"