Beautiful

September 1st, 1989
 Dear diary
 I think I'm a good person
 I believe there's good in everyone
 But here we are, first day of senior year
 I see these kids I've known all my life and wonder
 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
 Move!
 Sorry!
 Welcome to my school, this ain't no high school
 This is the Thunderdome
 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
 Ow!
 Just not today
 Hey, are you okay?
 Get away, nerd!
 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 this!
 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?
 Nothing!
 But I know, I know
 Life can be beautiful
 I pray, I pray
 For a better way
 We were kind before
 We can be kind once more
 We can be beautiful (beautiful)
 Aagh!
 Hey, Martha
 Hey!
 Martha Dunnstock, my best friend since diapers
 She's got a huge heart
 'Round here, that's not enough
 Thanks
 We on for movie night?
 You're on Jiffy Pop detail
 I rented 'The Princess Bride'
 Again? Don't you have it memorised by now?
 What can I say?
 I'm a sucker for a happy ending
 Martha Dumptruck
 If you wanna lose a few pounds
 You need more protein in your diet
 Kurt Kelly, quarterback
 He is the smartest guy on the football team
 Which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf
 What is wrong with you?
 I'm sorry, are you actually talking to me?
 My buddy Kurt asked you a question
 What gives you the right to pick on my friend?
 Look at you
 You're a high school has-been waiting to happen
 A future gas station attendant
 You got a zit right there
 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 wear this?
 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
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 Ah, Heather, Heather, and Heather
 Then there's the Heathers
 They float above it all
 I love Heather, Heather, and Heather
 (I hate Heather, Heather, and Heather)
 Heather McNamara, head cheerleader
 Her dad's loaded, he sells engagement rings
 (I want Heather, Heather, and Heather)
 Heather Duke, runs the yearbook
 No discernible personality, but her mom did pay for implants
 (I need Heather, Heather)
 And Heather Chandler, the Almighty
 She is a mythic bitch
 The Heathers are solid Teflon
 Never bothered, never harassed
 I would give anything to be like that
 I'd like to be their boyfriend
 That would be beautiful
 If I sat at their table, guys would notice me
 So beautiful
 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
 Heather, I need a mint
 What you need, Heather, is to see a doctor
 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, a week's detention
 What? No way, that's not fair
 But I've got cheerleader practice (my parents pay your salary)
 Actually, Ms. 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?
 Veronica Sawyer
 I crave a boon
 What boon?
 Let me sit at your table, at lunch, just once
 No talking necessary
 If people think you guys tolerate me
 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 centre 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
 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!)
 Yeah-eah-eah
 (Heather! Heather! Heather! Veronica!)
 Veronica! Veronica! Veronica!
 Veronica!