'Dear diary, my life is a complete fiasco.
The dashboard show is this weekend and I can't even fit
into my little sister's jeans anymore. My dad grounded
me cause he caught me in my mom's makeup again. He's
such a nazi. I wish i could just run away to somewhere
where people could understand me. I make out with one
guy at a show and I'm gay? Hello, it's the new millennium.
Ever heard of experimentation? I tried to cut my wrist
yesterday but some of the blood got on my pants, and I totally
freaked. Needless to say, they're ruined.'
For the past few years we've seen you around
pretentious art f*gs taking over my town
You're too mature to have any fun
Your trend in a year will be over and done
Your hair is in a bowl or any shape
You're acting like you're gay just to get laid
and a white belt holds up your pants
you're too mature to f**ing dance
fu*k EMO!
we aren't dead
and in a year there will be none of you left.
'mmm, emo. you bet your sweet a** it's emo. ooh, doesn't it
just make you wanna cry?'
[repeat verse and chorus]
'anyway, my life is just a black abyss. I'm up to 98
pounds now and i don't know what to do. I don't know,
maybe i'll join the navy.