when your friends call you emo,
And you reply hell no!
Yet just lately,
You have felt so sad and low,
And the way you show,
Pale as death,
Jet black, straightned hair,
And you just want it over, your final breath,
Doesnt meen you are emo,
Just really sad,
Yet being called names,
Is making you mad,
Tell them to go dig a hole and die,
Cos only your friends remain,
They are the ones who help you cope,
Cope with the heart-shattering pain,
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