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 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