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hollywood undead - i must be emo كلمات الأغنية

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 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 sensetive 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 ahold of me and tightening its grip, tighter than a pair of my little sister’s jeans… which look great on my 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 told 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 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

- hollywood undead

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