In anguish I wallow
My heart bleeds to no end
I cut my wrists slowly
As my tears...um, unbend
I cry in my sleep
As I bleed in my soul
And I like screamo
More than rock and roll
Yes, I'm a poser
A wannabe, too
I'm just wearing this black
To look good for you
My eyeliner smudges
Across my whole face
And it's black as my heart
And the human race
I hate my whole life
And you should too
Because dying your hair black
Is the cool thing to do















Comments
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Violence is not the answer! It's the question, and the answer is yes. >D
"Sometimes I wonder what the hell is wrong with me... then I look to my right and wonder what the hell is wrong with you" - Morbid (~jwkv)
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everybody's dying just to get the disease.
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Violence is not the answer! It's the question, and the answer is yes. >D
"Sometimes I wonder what the hell is wrong with me... then I look to my right and wonder what the hell is wrong with you" - Morbid (~jwkv)
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everybody's dying just to get the disease.
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Violence is not the answer! It's the question, and the answer is yes. >D
"Sometimes I wonder what the hell is wrong with me... then I look to my right and wonder what the hell is wrong with you" - Morbid (~jwkv)
nothing is left sacred in this poke at emo poets
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Life can't be all bad when, for $10, you can buy all of the Beethoven sonatas and listen to them for 10 years.
Thank you for writing it. It brightened my day.
*Says something funny here*
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everybody's dying just to get the disease.
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