High School Blues

                        Do you ever look past my face, 

                      Past my body, my hair, my clothes, 

                     If the smile I wear is slightly crooked 

                                or misplaced? 

                                Judging this, 

                                Judging that. 

                              Don't befriend me 

                         'cause my eyes aren't green, 

                           or my hair is too black, 

                        or my stomach is a little too fat. 

                   Or I don't wear your name brand clothes 

                 or a pair of your name brand shoes on my feet. 

                   And I don't fit in to your group of friends, 

                                Cheerleaders, 

                                   Jocks, 

                                   Preps, 

              With their pretty new cars and their pretty new noses. 

                             Highschool's a joke. 

                                A big game. 

                       All about images and reputations. 

                         Forget about being different, 

                        'Cause you'll only be excluded.