Emo’s cut and Emo’s cry,
Alls they want to do is die.
They have feelings just like everyone else,
These emotions locking them in a cold dark cell.

If you prick a rose, don’t you bleed?
Emo’s bleed a bloody sea.
Their best friends a knifes sharp edge,
What kind of blade could be a friend?

Open wrists and razor blades,
Black filled hearts and gloomy days.
Living in a troubled mind,
Always attempting suicide.

Gods the knife, im the vein,
And my tears are that blood pouring reign.
I’ll hang a noose above my door,
Just that you can see what im crying for.

I’ll have my guitar by my side,
If I ever choose to die.
That when you find me I’ll be dead,
The strings of my guitar bloody red.

And when it’s time to bury me,
Burn me up and scatter my ashes to the east.
Remember me as friend or foe,
But never forget I died an Emo…
 
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