Sometimes i wonder what it would have been like if i hadnt moved from that town.. would we still be friends? more than friends? or would we have just drifted apart? sometimes i wonder... && sometimes.. i miss you..

(sung to im a little teapot)

Im a little emo
dark and black
here is my music
here is my knife
when i get all depressed
hear me cry
cut my wrist
and bleed me out

Dont look at me with those judging eyes
I already know who I am, and where Im going
Dont look at me with those judging eyes
or I might go home and cry

My knife is my only friend
My knife, it understands
My knife
My knife
Kill me now.

Diamonds are tears
rubies are drops of blood
emeralds are the color in my eye
silver is the color of my blade

silver is the color
that makes the diamonds fall down
the rubies to run
and the emeralds in my eyes to glow in pain

&& with this broken heart i scream.. but in this blind & deaf world.. no one but me hears the sound of my soul in pain... && it was all just a waste of breath

I feel so stupid. i mean to actually think that you cared? what was i thinking?

I feel so cold and empty inside & its all because of you..

I really thought you were different... but no youre just like every other selfish, self-centered, hypocritical, stupid boy out there...

Why is it that i still get suprised when someone rejects? when someone doesnt want to be my friend? why does that still make me feel so empty? why does that make me pick up my blade?