Текст песни: Hollywood Undead. I Must Be Emo.

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 because they play some of my favorite songs like, Stab My Heart cause I Love You and Rip Apart My Soul and of course Stabity, Rip, Stab, Stab
And it doesn't help that I couldn't get my hair to flipply thing the other day like that guy from that band could do. Somedays

I'm an emo kid, none confomting as can be you'd me none comforting to if you looked just like me
I have paint on my nails and makeup 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, mostjust call me a fag
Cause our dudes look like chicks and our chicks look like dikes
Cause emo is one step below tranfestite

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 low self esteem
The way I dress makes everyday feel like Halloween
I have no real problems but I like to make believe
I stole my sisters mascara and now I'm grounded for a week
Sulking and writing poetry are my hobby
I can't get through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing
Girls keep breaking up with me
It's 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 nail 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 its suffocating me
Grabbing a hold of me and tightening its grip
Tighter then a pair of my little sisters jeans
Which look great on me, 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 tell my friends I bleed black and cry during classes
I'm just a bad cheap imitation of goth
You could read me Catcher In The Rye and watch me jack-off
I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life
If I said I liked 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 hit my parentals
I must be emo
Me and my friends all look like clones
I must be emo

My parents don't get me you know?
They think I'm gay because they saw me kiss a guy well, a couple of guys
But I mean it's the 2 thousands can't two, or four 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 on that gets me, You're my best friend