'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.