On The Matter Of Bullying (Part 2)

(Sung as a canon...)

Why are you so ugly?
And why are you so fat?
And don’t you wear deodorant?
What’s the deal with that?
And why are you so stupid?
And who picks out your clothes?
‘Cause I would rather die than be
Spotted wearing those!
And ev’ry time I see you,
I think I’m gonna gag
‘Cause God! You’re such a loser!
And God! You’re such a fag!
And God! You’re still a virgin?!
(Or) God! You’re such a whore!
And God! It would be great not to
See you any more!
‘Cause no one really likes you
Or wants to be your friend.
And why you even matter
Is hard to comprehend.
You’re so completely worthless.
So why not go ahead
And do the world a favor
And JUST DROP DEAD?
(You’re so completely worthless
So JUST DROP DEAD!)
(And you don’t even matter,
So JUST DROP DEAD!)
(‘Cause no one really likes you,
So JUST DROP DEAD!)

. . .

I’m sorry.
I never meant
To make you feel
Upset with me.
I’m sorry.
I didn’t know
The things I did
Were so uncool.
But I see now --
This will never change.
I see now
All you tried to tell me.
I’m a loser.
I’m a nothing.
I’m sorry.

I’m ev’rything you’ve said I was
All the way along.
It’s just --
I never thought that it was true.
I fought against the things you said,
Thinking you were wrong.
I made myself believe
I could be just the same as you.

But I’m not popular.
I’m not beautiful.
I’m not special.
I’m just me.
I am awkward.
I’m ridiculous.
I’m a loser.
And that’s all I’ll ever be.
And I’m tired
Of never living up to expectations.
Of never being good enough to matter.
Of never being able to be
Anything but me . . .

I’m sorry
That I took so long
To understand
That you were right.
I’m sorry
That I made you all
Put up with me
For all those years.
But tomorrow,
It’ll be okay.
Tomorrow,
You’ll go on without me.
One less loser.
One less nothing.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry...