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i dont know
why you cut your self
or why you like to bleed
i dont know why i like so
i dont realy need to know
i dont know why i like you so
your realy not my type
your realy blonde but your dyeing black
your turning kinda goth
your studed choker
your studed belt
your studed gloves
all gone black
your cuts always hidden
do your parents know
a razor in your locker
a buck knife in your belt
you used to be so happy
but now your all depressed
you go to all the parties
every one knows your name
your friends all whisper
as you walk by
you took a step
that no one
can match
now they
call you emo girl
but i still like your name
it rolls of the tounge its easy to say
like saying salsa or sing
you used to be the it girl
every one wanted to be like you
now they look in pain
at your gothic clothes
your shining eyes now grown dim
once blue now black
why must i compare
oh emo girl you have caught me
now please let me go

i am a misuderstood lunatic

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The following comments are for "emo girl"
by schindees

Emo girl..
Nice poem. Keep writing.



( Posted by: G.S.VASUKUMAR [Member] On: April 22, 2006 )

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