tears in my eyeliner (emo is cringe)

[Acoustic Intro] (Emo is cringe) [Acoustic Verse] In lonely corners, I pen my silent cries, “The black parade marches on after we die.” Glamming up our grief, crafting pain into art, A smirk for the world, shielding a broken heart. [Crescendo Pre-Chorus] Oh, how tragic we are in this exquisite despair, Tears as ink, confessing our clichéd affair. [Chorus] Eyeliner streaked with tears, an artful display, Mocking our reflections, tearing secrets away. Screaming into the abyss, where kindred spirits meet, In cacophony’s embrace, where sorrow’s bittersweet. [Verse 2] Strumming life’s frayed chords, we chant of youth’s escape, Masquerading every verse as though it seals our fate. Our agony styled into fashion, joy sadly undersold, In this bazaar of melancholy, no warmth to hold. [Pre-Chorus] Swirling in the shadows, finding peculiar grace, Laughing at our gloom, yet never face-to-face. [Chorus] Eyeliner streaked with tears, an artful display, Mocking our reflections, tearing secrets away. Screaming into the abyss, where kindred spirits meet, In the cacophony’s embrace, where sorrow’s bittersweet. [Chorus] Eyeliner streaked with tears, an artful display, Mocking our reflections, tearing secrets away. Screaming into the abyss, where kindred spirits crash, In the cacophony’s embrace, where sorrow tastes like ash. [Verse 2] Strumming life’s frayed chords, we chant of youth’s escape, Masquerading every verse as if it holds our fate. Our agony styled into fashion, joy sadly undersold, In this bazaar of melancholy, warmth remains untold. [Pre-Chorus] Swirling in the shadows, we find our peculiar grace, Laughing at our gloom, yet never quite face-to-face. [Chorus] Eyeliner streaked with tears, an artful display, Mocking our reflections, tearing secrets away. Screaming into the abyss, where kindred spirits crash, In the cacophony’s embrace, where sorrow tastes like ash. [Bridge] We dance in irony, solace in the uproar, Seeking quiet amid the chaos, in noise we find our shore. These anthems rescue us, they’re our covert art, Binding the fractured, healing each broken part. the cacophony’s embrace, where sorrow tastes like ash. [Bridge] We dance in irony, solace in the uproar, Seeking quiet amid the chaos, in noise we find our shore. These anthems rescue us, they’re our covert art, Binding the fractured, healing each broken part. [Breakdown] To the daring, the dauntless, and the shattered, Our tales aren’t novel, but they’re hardly scattered. Underneath the cynicism, our spirits stand bold, In our lament’s symphony, our truths unfold. [Chorus] Eyeliner streaked with tears, an artful display, Mocking our reflections, tearing secrets away. Screaming into the abyss, where kindred spirits crash, In the cacophony’s embrace, where sorrow tastes like ash. [Outro] Echo it louder, this paradoxical song, Facing our true selves, where all hidden truths throng. In each tear-soaked lyric, we bare our essence, We’re just mournful poets, seeking beauty in decadence. (Emo is cringe) [Emo Outro] Echo it louder, this paradoxical emo song, Facing our true selves, where all hidden truths throng. In each tear-soaked lyric, we bare our essence, We’re just mournful poets, seeking beauty in decadence. (Emo is cringe)