Every emo song
This is my song called, “Every Emo Song.”
(Verse 1)
In my room, where the shadows loom,
Under the gloom of a half-moon,
I scribble in my diary of despair,
With my jet-black hair covering my stare.
(Pre-Chorus)
Eyeliner runs like rivers wide,
On the cheeks where my last hope died.
I’m a cliché in skinny jeans,
Lost in teenage angst-filled scenes.
(Chorus)
This is every emo song,
Where every right feels oh so wrong.
We sing in metaphors and sighs,
Underneath these starless skies.
Every chord drips with pain,
Like mascara in the rain.
In this anthem, we all belong,
To every, every emo song.
(Verse 2)
I’ve got a heart-shaped bruise,
From love that’s just a ruse.
In the corner with my acoustic guitar,
Singing ’bout how life’s ajar.
(Pre-Chorus)
My notebook’s filled with woeful verse,
Each line melodramatically terse.
I’m a poet of my own despair,
In this echo chamber of disrepair.
(Chorus)
This is every emo song,
Where every right feels oh so wrong.
We sing in metaphors and sighs,
Underneath these starless skies.
Every chord drips with pain,
Like mascara in the rain.
In this anthem, we all belong,
To every, every emo song.
(Bridge)
Whispers in the hallway,
Echoes of what they say.
But in this melody, we’re free,
In our beautifully tragic spree.
(Breakdown)
Strumming on the strings of sorrow,
Borrowing hopes for tomorrow.
In this symphony of our plight,
We find solace in the night.
(Chorus)
This is every emo song,
Where every right feels oh so wrong.
We sing in metaphors and sighs,
Underneath these starless skies.
Every chord drips with pain,
Like mascara in the rain.
In this anthem, we all belong,
To every, every emo song.
(Outro)
So here’s to every tear-stained note,
In this overwrought anecdote.
We’re the chorus in the dark,
Singing, bleeding, leaving a mark.
In every, every emo song.
