The Emo's Lullaby
by Michael Christopher Rodreigez Juan Estabon Shanequa Peden
Cry little Emo, cry yourself to sleep Crying'll only let you slumber skin-deep When your body wakes from its nap Perhaps you'll ask yourself why you feel so trapped If you have no answer to show You may turn to the only thing you know Cut little Emo, cut until you bleed Cutting'll never bring the things you need When your razor's dull from use Maybe you'll see fit to end the abuse If you still feel nothing's left to lose You may turn to a bottle of booze Drink little Emo, drink away the pain Drinking'll offer nothing to gain When your bottle's been drunk dry Perhaps you'll have yourself another good cry If you feel that nothing's been answered You may turn your gaze inward Think little Emo, think about why Thinking'll help those stray tears dry When your mind is tired and slow Maybe away to sleep you'll go If this has done nothing for you You may start this lullaby anew |