Letra da Música: I Must Be Emo - Hollywood Undead

Dear Diary
Mood:Apathetic
my life is spiraling downward.
i couldn't get enough money to go to
the Blood Red Romance and Suffocate Me Dry Concert.
It sucks cause they play some of my favorite songs
like 'Stab My Heart Because I Love You,' and
'Rip Apart My Soul,' and of course, 'Stabby Rip Stab Stab.
" and it doesn't help that i couldn't get my hair to do
that flippy thing either, like that guy from that band
could do, some days you know. . .

i'm an emo kid, non-conforming as can be
you'd be non-conforming to if u look just like me
i have paint on my nails and make-up on my face
i'm almost emo enough to start shaving my legs
'cause i feel real deep when i'm dressing in drag
i call it freedom of expression most just call me a fag
'cause their dudes look like chicks, their chicks look like dykes
'cause emo is one step below transvestite

stop my breathing and slit my throat
i must be emo
i don't jump around when i go to shows
i must be emo

i'm dark and sensitive with low self-esteem
the way i dress makes everyday feel like Hallowe'en
i have no real problems but i like to make believe
i stole my sister's mascara now i'm grounded for a week
sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies
i can't get through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing
girls keep breaking up with me, it' never any fun
they say they already have a pussy, they don't need another one

stop my breathing and slit my throat
i must be emo
i don't jump around when i go to shows
i must be emo
dye in my hair and polish on my toes
i must be emo
i play guitar and write suicide notes
i must be emo

my life is just a black abyss, you know,
it's so dark. and it's suffocating me.
grabbing ahold of me and tightening it's grip,
tighter than a pair of my little sister's jeans . . .
which look great on my by the way

when i get depressed i cut my wrists in every direction
hearing songs about getting dumped give me an erection
i write in a live journal and wear thick rimmed glasses
i told my friends i bleed black and cry during classes
i'm just a bad, cheap imitation of goth
you can read me "Catcher in the Rye," and watch me jack off
i wear skin tight clothes while hating my life
if i said i like girls i'd only be half right

i look like i'm dead and dress like a homo
i must be emo
screw XBOX i play old school Nintendo
i must be emo
i like to whine and hate my parentals
i must be emo
me and my friends all look like clones
i must be emo

my parents just don't get me you know.
they think i'm gay just because they saw me
kiss a guy. well, a couple of guys. but i mean,
it's the 2000s. can't 2, or 4 dudes make-out
with each other without being gay. i mean,
chicks dig that kind of thing anyways.
i don't know diary, sometimes i think you're
the only one that gets me, you're my best friend