Check your make up in the mirror,
Mosh to New Found Glory,
You'd be completely useless,
If you didn't whore me.
As MySpace is your true addiction,
Your whole life is written fiction.
Remember when you were a goth?
Remember when you wouldn't dream of getting off,
With someone of the same sex as you?
Guess that changed when your clothes changed, too.
"What's that black stuff around your eyes?"
"Oh, I thought I'd make myself look like you guys!"
Hear no screaming in your home,
Thought your mum wouldn't let you use the phone?
Stop them tears falling,
They taste like sugar,
When gangster's the new fad,
Give my word to your mother.
OH THE AMOUNT OF PEOPLE! Gah. Love it. Why? Because it's SO TRUE. Well written, and with something we can relate to, impressive yet again Miss. < 3