Thinking about you, i cry myself to sleep
curled up, in a tiny sobbing heap
in the morning my eyes are sore
and i feel numb down to my core
my pale cheeks are tear stained
my smile, forced and painedd
my smile looks more like a grimace now
i cower away form the girl before me
cover my eyes, so i don't have to see her
i refuse to look at the person i've become
the zombie staring back at me, i let you turn me into
im just the quiet little emo kid now
who always seems to get lost in the crowds
everybody blanks me, im just a nobody
no one notices the silent emo
the strange kid - the only thing she does islisten toher earphones loud
drumming my fingers along with the screamo sounds.
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