File:Me Inside of Me - Heathers The Musical +LYRICS

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(p) Yellow Sound Label owns this music, not me. But enjoy!

J. D.: Think, long and hard. Conjure her up in your mind. What would she say? What’s her final statement to a cold, uncaring planet?

VERONICA: Dear World, Believe it or not, I knew about fear I knew the way loneliness stung I hid behind smiles And crazy hot clothes I learned to kiss boys with my tongue But oh, the world it held me down Uh, it weighed like a concrete prom queen crown

H. CHANDLER: No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings No one gets her insecurity I am more than shoulder pads and makeup No one sees the me inside of me Jesus, you’re making me sound like air supply!

J. D.: Keep going. This has to be good enough to fool the cops.

COP #1: Woah! Is it murder?

COP #2: No, look. Here’s a suicide note.

VERONICA & H. CHANDLER: They couldn’t see past my rock star mystique They wouldn’t dare look in my eyes

VERONICA, H. CHANDLER, & COP #2: But just underneath was a terrified girl Who clings to her pillow and cries My looks were just like prison bars They’ve left me a myriad of scars

H. CHANDLER: Myriad? Nice.

VERONICA, H. CHANDLER, & COPS: No one thinks a pretty girl has substance That’s the curse of popularity

COPS: Popularity

COP #1: I am more than just a source of hand jobs

VERONICA, H. CHANDLER, & COPS: No one see the me inside of me

PRINCIPAL: Heather Chandler’s not your everyday suicide…

COAH: You should cancel classes.

PRINCIPAL: No way, Coach. I send the kids home before lunch, and the switch board will light up like a Christmas tree.

MRS. FLEMING: Our children are dying! I suggest we get everyone into the cafeteria and just talk and feel together.

PRINCIPAL: Thank you, Mrs. Fleming. Call me when the shuttle lands.

TEACHERS: Hahahahahaha

MRS. FLEMING: I’m telling you, we all misjudged Heather Chandler. This is the loveliest suicide note I’ve ever read.

H. CHANDLER & MRS. FLEMING: Box up my clothing for Goodwill And give the poor my Nordic track Donate my car to crippled kids Or to those ghetto moms on crack Give them my hats and my CDs My pumps, my flats, my three TVs

EVERYONE: No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings But I weep for all I failed to be, I failed to be Maybe I can help the world by leaving Maybe that’s the me inside of me

PRINCIPAL: Aw, hell! Long weekend for everybody!

MRS. FLEMING: Hey, not so fast kids! They’re refueling the buses, Which gives us a solid half hour of healing. Now, I have mimeographed copies of the suicide note So you all can feel Heather’s anguish.

GIRL: I never knew about her pain.

MRS. FLEMING: Go on.

BOY: Her life had hit a rocky patch.

MRS. FLEMING: Feel!

GIRL: Deep down, she wasn’t cruel or vain.

MRS. FLEMING: Heal!

STUDENTS: She didn’t mean to be a snatch.

MRS. FLEMING: Veronica you’re very quiet. What’s on your mind? VERONICA: Uh, maybe Heather realized that in order to be happy, She had to give up her power. And the only way to do that was death.

MRS. FLEMING: My God. Look what we’ve done, We’re breaking through. Heather would be so proud of you!

STUDENTS: And you, and you, and you, and you

EVERYONE: No one thinks a pretty girl can touch you

GOTH CHICK: Heather touching me

EVERYONE: But she’s made us better and be heard Heather’s dead, but she will live inside me And I’ll be the me inside of her

MRS. FLEMING: Holy crap! This is awesome!

EVERYONE: Heather cried, Our sins off her shoulders

MRS. FLEMING: Jesus Christ!

EVERYONE: Heather died so we could all be free

MRS. FLEMING: I’m bigger than John Lennon!

EVERYONE: Heather’s gone, but she will live forever

GIRL: She’s the dove that sings outside my window

BOY: She’s the twin from whom I’m separated

GIRL: She’s the horse I never got for Christmas EVERYONE: Heather sees the me inside of me Heather is the me inside of me Inside of me!