All of the names come flying at them
Emo, Goth, Punk, Freak
I'm sure you've used a few
I'm ashamed to admit I have too
You know the girl you called emo
That other day
No
You forgot
But she remembers
It just adds another blow to her broken soul
Emo, Goth, Punk, Freak
The words ring in her ears
Drowning out every other thing
Cries of stop, please, no!, What did I ever do to you? fill the air
Emo. Goth. Punk. Freak
She digs her nails into the barely healed scars on her arms
As crimson bullets of blood well up she wails
"I can't bear this anymore"
She pulls out the blade from under her bed
Slash, slash, slash, slash
More blood appears
But the pain inside her heart doesn't stop
This sad, desperate, broken, lonely girl takes her fathers gun and slips into the bathroom
She stands in the tub and puts the gun to her head
With her finger on the trigger she closes her eyes
As she hears her sister cough in the next room she falls to her knees
She whispers I'm sorry and tightens her hand
And she falls with a soft thud on to the bathtub floor.
