Screamo my Emo,
look at that dead old oak tree
carved with a heart, bleeding words
"U + I BFF For eternity"
I'll hand you my crimson tears,
If you give me hope the puzzle will be completed,
fall into depths, depths will collapse,
into this hell, calling me
see that butterfly?
fluttering, beautiful only to die in a short life,
why is that? who is standing up for it's life?
did it ever get the chance to love?
But we wish, wish we were the same,
love hurts,
but is it really better to have lost
than to have loved at all?
Maybe it would be better if we never had it?
or the razor, cutting the flesh,
did it feel the remorse that it was a tool who helped someone kill them selfs?
What would it feel if a razor had feelings?
Would it feel like the rest of us,
only falling in love with the blood it lay in?
or would it be afraid,
after all it would only be human,
Human for the razor to feel pain for the suffering it had caused.
Or would it matter?
Look at that grave,
Thats what we live for, strive and end up.
in the end were all the same bone and flesh,
deteriorating after falling tears of our loved ones.
why did we fight for our grave, the
right to die with meaning,
because when the world ends whats it going to mean?
non- will ever care.
but i know you will,
with friends like you to hold my hand.
i find meaning to strive for that grave.
so screamo my emo,
lets fight together to die as one...
OMG I LOVE YOU RENELLIA!
SCREAMO!!!!!! WOOOOT!
