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