My whole world is crumbling, falling apart
the worst of it is: it's just the start.
I lie in my bed just like all the others
Alone with my thoughts, hiding under the covers.
From start to finish I wonder why
I carry on this messed up lie.
"The Emo" that's my new name
as the bullies walk past I hang my head in shame.
I hate these feeling of being alone
I hide myself away longing for a home.
I sit on my bed with a blade in my hand
and take myself away to a new land.
I stare in the mirror and watch myself cry
Dreaming for the day I finally die...
