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jeffree star - emo kid كلمات الأغنية

“dear diary, mood: apathetic
my life is spiraling downward
i couldn’t get enough money to go to the “blood red romance & suffocate me dry” concert.
it sucks because 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 that flippy thing either.
like that guy from that band can do. somedays…”

i’m an emo kid, non-conforming as can be.
you’d me non-conforming too if you looked just like me.
i have paint on my nails and makeup 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, you’ll 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 and 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 and 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’ 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 a hold of me and tightening it’s grip…
tighter then 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 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 could read me ‘catcher in the rye’ and watch me jack-off.
i wear skin tight clothes while hating my life,
if i said i liked girls i’d only be half right.

i look like i’m dead and i 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 don’t get emo.
they think i’m gay just because they saw me kiss a guy… well, a couple of guys. but i mean it’s the 2000’s. can’t two… or four dudes just 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 on that gets me, you’re my best friend…

i feel like taco’s…”

- jeffree star

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