Pretty Without The 'R'

Silence is golden; she should be rich
Too lame to meet; too unknown to ditch
She’s so outdated, a waste of space
She’s the nerdy girl with blackheads on her face
Clothes and hair right from magazines
She’s another victim of high school teens

She would be seen, or die trying
She hated herself, there was no point in lying
They were her gods, they were perfection
They ignored her, complete rejection
She tried to be seen, make herself heard
But she ended up teased and she ended up hurt


How can you die, without a life?
Put on your gloss, slice with your knife
Lab partners and cheerleading squads
They’ve designers, but you have frauds
Short skirts, high heels, homework overdue
They’re not all that great but they’re better than you

Misery loves company yet she's all alone
She doesn't exist and she sits there unknown
She copied their hair and the way that they talk
She's got it all down, even the walk
Still they don't want her, still she's not right
Still they hurt her on that dark fateful night

They’ve both got the same name
Social climbers want the fame
But they’re all staring at her walk
She’s the subject of locker room talk
They both smile and praise her
But they want to decapitate her
And put it up on their Facebook
With her bleeding and their pouty look

He asked her out, it was like a dream
It was all she could do not to faint, cry or scream
He loved her, she knew it. she'd known all along
He'd read all her poems and heard her love song
She bought a new dress and tamed her bad hair
She stared out the window until he was there

Porcelain skin with Slipknot tees
Skinny jeans with the ripped knees
Metal bands and lips painted red
She’s sarcastic because she’s rejected
Vintage clothes like a horror flick
She’s jaded with a touch of gothic

He took her out to the lake and parked the car
She'd never been kissed, never gone far
She held her breath, braced herself for the kiss
She expected to be loved, she didn't expect this
He tore at her clothes, took her by her hair
Dragged her out of the car, where her gods stood there

They laughed at her while she cried
She was beaten until she died
She wanted to be seen but instead she was hurt
She wanted to be liked but was treated like dirt
She had that insatiable need
But her gods hit her and left her to bleed

The nerdy girl passed away
But her young soul had to stay
She’s still the same lame girl
Stuck somewhere between worlds
There is a lesson she can’t be taught
I guess the afterlife isn’t what she thought

If you find yourself on the outside looking in
When being popular seems like everything
Remember that it's not life-or-death
That you ought to be you when you take your last breath
Be you goth, god, wannabe or nerd
Nobody else can decide if you deserve to be heard