Sing along with love until you both forget the words Keep yourself deeply emerged with every sound that can't be heard Until what you loved has broken clocks and time is left there, frozen, stopped For all there is to see For all the heartbroken to be alone
The sky, although it weeps for you There's not a thing that I could do to change your fate The tears assaulted or the pavement as it was faulted And cracked and broken as your concrete heart Don't let your life be ripped apart by someone who means nothing to you You're just a spec of the photograph that someone else takes But the main part is bleeding off the page I hope you find there's beauty in simplicity I hope you can still find some beauty in me
My middle name is "heartbroken from girls" The ones I choose always seem to hurl my emotions all around Like they were nowhere to be found It's so confusing to me something like this To happen to a G? Shit gangsta I don't care I'll just go rap and drink some beer And I sing: My emo brings girls to the yard . My emo is better than yours. My emo rap brings gangstas to the yard, nigga My rap is better than yours. Because you ain't got one
So I flash the Westside sign to show I'm down The gangsta looks at me and frowns Says "Oh silly white boy acting like they can play the game. He asked me, Andrew, do you even have a real rapper name?" I said "hellz yeah, it's MC Emo."
Then he was just like "Shut up." And he like called his gang over, which was like composed of like 5 other black guys, and they had like the whole package, like bling and they were buff shit and they put me in a trash can like head first down legs hanging out and you're like whoa and I was like, "pshh you guys are just jealous..." and he's goes "Alright? mc emo what's up with that that name is really whack" and i was like "yeah what about little jon? do you really have a little john? he was like "yo i'm not little jon i'm mike jones" and i'm like, :pshh that doesn't mean that you own: and he's like, "touche emo kid, touche!" nigga what?! I'm gay.