The Lost Emo Girl
There she goes,
The one with the short hair-
Dyed black.
Some call her goth-
But she's emo.
Lost in this world full of happiness,
All she can find is her own heart of hate.
Holding her candle,
Up to her face,
Crying her tears.
Tears of blood that she's shed all these years,
Just a lost Emo girl
Looking for Love.
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