Beautiful

September 1st, 1989

Dear diary

I believe I'm a good person

You know, I think that there's good in everyone, but

Here we are, first day of senior year!

And uh, I look around at these kids

That I've known all my life and I ask myself

"What happened?" (Freak, slut, burnout)

(Bug-eyes, poser, lard-ass)

We were so tiny, happy, and shiny

Playing tag and getting chased (freak, slut, loser, short-bus)

Singing and clapping, laughing and napping

Baking cookies, eating paste (bull-dyke, stuck-up, hunchback)

Then we got bigger, that was the trigger

Like the Huns invading Rome (ooh, ugh!) Oh, sorry

Welcome to my school, this ain't no high school

This is the, "Thunder dome"

Hold your breath and count the days

We're graduating soon (white trash!)

College will be paradise if I'm not dead by June

But I know, I know life can be beautiful

I pray, I pray for a better way

If we changed back then

We could change again

We can be beautiful

(Aw) just not today

Hey, are you okay? (Get away, nerd)

Oh, okay (freak, slut, cripple)

(Homo, homo, homo)

Things will get better, soon as my letter

Comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown

Wake from this coma, take my diploma

Then, I can blow this town

Dream of ivy-covered walls

And smoky French cafés (watch it!)

Fight the urge to strike a match

And set this dump ablaze

(Oops)

Ram Sweeney

Third year as linebacker and eighth year

Of smacking lunch trays and being a huge dick

(What did you say to me, skank?) Aah, nothing

But I know (I know), I know life can be beautiful

I pray (I pray), I pray for a better way

We were kind before, we can be kind once more

We can be beautiful (beautiful)

Ah!

Hey, Martha (hey)

Martha Dunnstock, my best friend since diapers

We on for movie night? (Yeah, you're on Jiffy Pop detail)

I rented, "The Princess Bride" (ho-ho-ho, again?)

Wait, don't you have it memorized by now?

What can I say? I'm a sucker for a happy ending

Martha Dump truck, wide load, honk, haha!

Kurt Kelly, quarterback

He is the smartest guy on the football team

Which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf (haha, alright!)

Hey! Pick that up, right now!

(I'm sorry, are you actually talking to me?) Yes, I am

I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend

You're a high school has-been waiting to happen

A future gas station attendant

(You have a zit right there, hahaha)

Dear diary, why? (Why do they hate me?)

Why don't I fight back?

Why do I act like such a creep?

Why? (Why won't he date me?)

Why did I hit him?

Why do I cry myself to sleep?

Why? (Somebody hug me)

Somebody fix me, somebody save me

Send me a sign, God, give me some hope, here

Something to live for

♪

(Ahh-ah)

(Heather, Heather, and Heather)

And then there's the Heathers

They float above it all

(I love Heather, Heather, and Heather)

Heather McNamara, head cheerleader (I love Heather)

Her dad is loaded, he sells engagement rings (Heather and Heather)

Heather Duke, runs the yearbook (I want Heather)

No discernible personality (Heather, Heather)

But, her mom did pay for implants (and Heather)

And Heather Chandler, the almighty (I need Heather, Heather)

She is a mythic bitch

They're solid Teflon, never bothered, never harassed

I would give anything to be like that

(Mmm) I'd like to be their boyfriend (that would be beautiful)

(Mmm) if I sat at their table, guys would notice me (so beautiful)

(Hmm) I'd like them to be nicer (that would be beautiful)

I'd like to kidnap a Heather and photograph her naked in

An abandoned warehouse and leave her tied up for the rats

♪

Grow up, Heather, bulimia is so '87

Maybe you should see a doctor, Heather

Yeah, Heather, maybe I should

Ah, Heather and Heather

And Heather

Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting

You're late for class

Heather wasn't feeling well, we're helping her

Not without a hall pass, you're not

Week's detention

Um, actually, Miss Fleming

All four of us are out on a hall pass

Yearbook committee

I see you're all listed

Hurry up and get where you're going

This is an excellent forgery

Who are you? (Uh, Veronica Sawyer)

I crave a boon (what boon?)

Um, let me sit at your table, at lunch

Just once, no talking necessary

If people think that you guys tolerate me, then they'll leave me alone

Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips, and absence notes

How about prescriptions?

Shut up, Heather (sorry, Heather)

For a greasy little nobody

You do have good bone structure

And a symmetrical face

If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull

I'd have matching halves, that's very important

Of course, you could stand to lose a few pounds

And you know, you know, you know

This could be beautiful

Mascara, maybe some lip gloss

And we're on our way

Get this girl some blush

And Heather, I need your brush

Let's make her beautiful

Let's make her beautiful

Let's make her beautiful (make her beautiful)

Okay? (Okay)

Out of my way, geek

I don't want trouble

You're gonna die at 3 p.m

Don't you dare touch me

Get away, pervert

What did I ever do to them?

Who could survive this?

I can't escape this

I think I'm dying

Who's that with Heather?

Whoa!

(Heather, Heather, Heather)

And someone

(Heather, Heather, Heather)

And a babe

(Heather, Heather, Heather)

Veronica? (Veronica?)

(Veronica?)

(Veronica?)

And you know, you know, you know

Life can be beautiful

You hope, you dream, you pray

And you get your way (beautiful)

Ask me, how it feels?

Looking like hell on wheels

My God, it's beautiful (beautiful)

I might be beautiful (beautiful)

And when you're beautiful

It's a beautiful frickin' day! (Heather, Heather, Heather, Veronica)

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! (Heather, Heather, Heather, Veronica)

Veronica, Veronica, Veronica, Veronica!