'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 millenium.

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 fags taking over my town

You're too mature to have any fun

Your trend in a year will be over and done

Your hair isn't 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 fucking dance



FUCK EMO!

we aren't dead

and in a year there will be none left.



'mmm, emo. you bet your sweet ass 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.