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jenny yeats


Psychotic Melody for Emo Girl


Sad emo girl, oh cant you see
Sad emo girl wont let it be

Dangerously obsessed with your fantasy dream
That didn’t go your way so it would seem

Bitter venom spills from your seething mind
So full of jealously and hence so blind,

Your heart has taken a turn for the worse
Prison love, has left you scarred and cursed

Your nasty words you leave for his pack
Have made us laugh behind your back

If you seriously have something real to say
Then emo girl stop hiding away

Sad emo girl oh cant you see,
Sad emo girl just let it be

“Il tuo gelosamente si mangerà vivo”

Submitted: Thursday, October 23, 2008

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