I hate how I feel, I long to be real
I fight back the tears and my long hard fears
I urge to cut, to add to the scares
I wish to scream and shout, let out what I once felt
But I sit there quiet and hold my tongue
Im loosing myself in what they think is fun
I hate how they stare and laugh at my style
I try to be normal but my heart is to emo
I dont wana be called names, do they even know what emo really means
So stand back and leave, or fall to your knees
I cant take it any longer I'm gona shoot up the trees
and watch you plead as I make you bleed
I'll feel off your flesh and laugh at your death
I know this is sick but im high on myth
