As i lay on this bed i feel a cold presence
A ghostly spirit a dead silence
I open my eyes to see nothing but darkness.
The pain runs through my veins
So sad no one understands my distress
Tears run down my cheeks as i dream of him
Why can't he love me the way i love him.
He makes me smile makes me laugh
Can't think of anything i would do to hurt him
All these kids saying emo freak emo freak
When i think of him nothing else matters.
Why do people decisive other peoples style
There are Chavez emo's Goths punk's so much more
Why can't i live to be what i want to be
Without people shouting names and hurtful comments.

