I don't understand how my life got messed up,
it was fine a ماہ ago.
Because I started wearing black,
they started calling me an emo.
It hurt me deeply and I couldn't handle it,
I felt so miserable and sad.
People came up to me told me it was wrong,
to be an emo, it made me feel bad.
I started to hide my natural face,
and cried in my bedroom all the time.
I listened to songs with actual meaning,
and stopped being sad and crying.
Things got worse even at home,
so I decided to try and kill myself.
It didn't work it just left a scar,
and now people think I need help.
All I need is my emo friends,
my emo boys and emo girls.
I love them all no matter what,
they're my best دوستوں in the world.
it was fine a ماہ ago.
Because I started wearing black,
they started calling me an emo.
It hurt me deeply and I couldn't handle it,
I felt so miserable and sad.
People came up to me told me it was wrong,
to be an emo, it made me feel bad.
I started to hide my natural face,
and cried in my bedroom all the time.
I listened to songs with actual meaning,
and stopped being sad and crying.
Things got worse even at home,
so I decided to try and kill myself.
It didn't work it just left a scar,
and now people think I need help.
All I need is my emo friends,
my emo boys and emo girls.
I love them all no matter what,
they're my best دوستوں in the world.
