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I dress in black I listem to screamo. Asking alexandria and Bmth all day But emo tho? I dunno. I like black alot. I wear it alot And skinny jeans are my best friend. People tell me I'm emo Like it's a bad thing. I think being emo is a beautiful thing. I dont cut. Never will But i stand down sometimes. Being emo should be a privilege. Its not bad. If i am emo Than i am strong I have a spirit not rivaled by many. I can endure being screamed at because i prefer it in my music. I will grow out my hair because i can And my band t shirts will hold their own special place in my closet. If i am emo Than so be it But i will not be slandered For who i am
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
Emo?
Can you hear the silence? Can you see the dark? Can you fix the broken? Can you feel... can you feel my heart? Can you help the hopeless? Well, I'm begging on my knees, Can you save my ******* soul? Will you wait for me? I'm sorry brothers, So sorry lover, Forgive me father, I love you mother. Can you hear the silence? Can you see the dark? Can you fix the broken? Can you feel my heart? [3x] [3x] I'm scared to get close and I hate being alone. I long for that feeling to not feel at all. The higher I get, the lower I'll sink. I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim. Can you feel my heart? Can you hear the silence? Can you see the dark? Can you fix the broken? Can you feel... can you feel my heart?
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Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 11:34 AM UTC
Song: "Can You Feel My Heart" BMTH
I listen to my music, secluded and alone, rocking out to MCR and Black Veil Brides Watching and waiting for a chance to say 'hey' Loving how I exist in only the music world Wake up to fell let down buy family and 'friends' and looking at you smile every morning is killing me more then it should, making me want more BOTDF, AA, BMTH, PTV, and SWS jamming to all the trule in those lines
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 10:55 PM UTC
Music
I write this with tears in my eyes. Not of anger or sorrow But of love. The tremble of my fingers smears the ink of my pen. A memory I've kept so dear, Like a child with his teddy bear- An angel in a black tie-dye BMTH shirt, The one I gave you. You wore almost every time I saw you You said it was soft. You loved it so much. I still remember every outfit you've ever worn. When we first met: The long sleeve HDLMS shirt, black pants, black vans. Your hair was up in a bun, One I've come to love. You wore red lipstick, Which you didn't know yet I loved so much. Our first kiss at my job: A black shirt, cheetah pants. Your hair was still curled from your competition- I thought you should have won- You wore a purple-ish lipstick. When it came time for us to leave, I picked you a flower, You surprised me with a kiss. God, that kiss from one of his finest creations. That's when I knew we were meant for each other. When I came to your house: You wore that BMTH shirt, black leggings, white vans. Your makeup was done Your hair in a bun. How beautiful you looked. We sat outside Talked for hours. We looked at the stars and talked of god. I knew he was real every time I looked in your eyes. Your sister's birthday: A metallica shirt with the sleeves cut, blue jeans, black vans. You wore that same lipstick from when we first kissed. We had dinner, I had some beer. We kissed. I couldn't let you go. When you came to my house: I don't remember what you wore, only what you didn't. I do remember that candle you dropped and how I told you to run. That was fun. The first time in Grapevine: You wore a red flannel, a denim jacket, black pants, black vans. We had dinner. I had water. I was sick, but you still let me sneak a kiss. Photos under the mistletoe, The first time I picked you up. I got you that ******* you wanted. The second time in Grapevine: God I had never seen a sight so divine. You wore bedsheets better than Kim wears Givenchi. I couldn't keep my hands to myself And you were okay with it. I told you I loved you And I meant it. I still do. I'm going to miss your eyes Your smile The way you looked at me when I made a ******** remark. The way we play argued And you let me nibble on your neck- That made you giggle. Our tickle fights- How I adore your laugh. The way you hugged me when you saw me- I could tell you were true. My other half, When you read this I want you to know, I love you more than the stars I hold dear- More than the air that I breathe, And oh how I love to breathe. Te amo mi amor.
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
3 Day Old Pizza
I write this with tears in my eyes. Not of anger or sorrow But of love. The tremble of my fingers smears the ink of my pen. A memory I've kept so dear, Like a child with his teddy bear- An angel in a black tie-dye BMTH shirt, The one I gave you. You wore almost every time I saw you You said it was soft. You loved it so much. I still remember every outfit you've ever worn. When we first met: The long sleeve HDLMS shirt, black pants, black vans. Your hair was up in a bun, One I've come to love. You wore red lipstick, Which you didn't know yet I loved so much. Our first kiss at my job: A black shirt, cheetah pants. Your hair was still curled from your competition- I thought you should have won- You wore a purple-ish lipstick. When it came time for us to leave, I picked you a flower, You surprised me with a kiss. God, that kiss from one of his finest creations. That's when I knew we were meant for each other. When I came to your house: You wore that BMTH shirt, black leggings, white vans. Your makeup was done Your hair in a bun. How beautiful you looked. We sat outside Talked for hours. We looked at the stars and talked of god. I knew he was real every time I looked in your eyes. Your sister's birthday: A metallica shirt with the sleeves cut, blue jeans, black vans. You wore that same lipstick from when we first kissed. We had dinner, I had some beer. We kissed. I couldn't let you go. When you came to my house: I don't remember what you wore, only what you didn't. I do remember that candle you dropped and how I told you to run. That was fun. The first time in Grapevine: You wore a red flannel, a denim jacket, black pants, black vans. We had dinner. I had water. I was sick, but you still let me sneak a kiss. Photos under the mistletoe, The first time I picked you up. I got you that ******* you wanted. The second time in Grapevine: God I had never seen a sight so divine. You wore bedsheets better than Kim wears Givenchi. I couldn't keep my hands to myself And you were okay with it. I told you I loved you And I meant it. I still do. I'm going to miss your eyes Your smile The way you looked at me when I made a ******** remark. The way we play argued And you let me nibble on your neck- That made you giggle. Our tickle fights- How I adore your laugh. The way you hugged me when you saw me- I could tell you were true. My other half, When you read this I want you to know, I love you more than the stars I hold dear- More than the air that I breathe, And oh how I love to breathe. Te amo mi amor.
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i am a screamer. I love the beat of the drums. I love the high pitched screams. I love my bands. but somehow i am not accepted. I wish people could hear the beauty in BMTH's lyrics, the real talent that people  just push aside because the performance is different. I scream. I know how to do what i do. and it hurts that so many people hate on the art. The music.And the reason is that "screamo" saved me
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
i am a screamer
What doesn't **** you, makes you wish you were dead Got a hole in my soul, growing deeper and deeper And I can't take One more moment of this silence, the loneliness is haunting me And the weight of the world's getting harder to hold up It comes in waves, I close my eyes Hold my breath and let it bury me I'm not okay, and it's not alright Won't you drag the lake and bring me home again? Who will fix me now, dive in when I'm down? Save me from myself, don't let me drown Who will make me fine, drag me out alive? Save me from myself, don't let me drown What doesn't destroy you, leaves you broken instead Got a hole in my soul growing deeper and deeper And I can't take One more moment of this silence, the loneliness is haunting me And the weight of the world's getting harder to hold up It comes in waves, I close my eyes Hold my breath and let it bury me I'm not okay, and it's not alright Won't you drag the lake and bring me home again? Who will fix me now, dive in when I'm down? Save me from myself, don't let me drown Who will make me fine drag me out alive? Save me from myself, don't let me drown 'Cause you know that I can't do this on my own 'Cause you know that I can't do this on my own 'Cause you know that I can't do this on my own ('Cause you know that I can't do this on my own) (Who will fix me now?) (Who will fix me now?) Who will fix me now? Dive in when I'm down? Save me from myself, don't let me drown
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Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 8:49 PM UTC
Drown-BMTH
Do not try to understand me I am new. Do not try to get close, I bite. but, though I wear black I am proud so I keep calm, and listen to bmth
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Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 2:24 PM UTC
"emo"
True friends don't stab you in the front. They punch you in the face and knee you in the solar plexus. But that wouldn't fit in the song.
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Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
A Message For BMTH