Jessica Keenan Wynn feat. Daniel Cooney, Dan Domenech, AJ Meijer & Michelle Duffy -
Heathers: The Musical (World Premiere Cast Recording)
The Me Inside of Me
Think, long and hard
Conjure her up in your mind
What would she say?
Wh-What's her final statement
To a cold, uncaring planet?
"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"
That's good
"But oh, the world, it held me down
Uh, it weighed like a concrete prom queen crown"
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!
Keep going
This has to be good enough to fool the cops
Whoa-oh-oh, is it murder?
No, look, here's a suicide note
They couldn't see past my rockstar mystique
They wouldn't dare look in my eyes
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
Myriad, nice!
No one thinks a pretty girl has substance
That's the curse of popularity (popularity)
I am more than just a source of handjobs
No one sees the me inside of me
Heather Chandler's not your everyday suicide
You should cancel classes
No way, coach, I send the kids home before lunch
And the switchboard will light up like a Christmas tree
Our children are dying!
I suggest we get everyone into the cafeteria
And just talk and feel together
Thank you, Ms. Fleming
Call me when the shuttle lands
I'm telling you, we all misjudged Heather Chandler
This is the loveliest suicide note I've ever read
Box up my clothing for Goodwill
And give the poor my NordicTrack
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
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
Aw, hell! Long weekend for everybody!
Ah, 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 can feel Heather's anguish
I never knew about her pain
(Go on!) Her life had hit a rocky patch
(Feel!) Deep down, she wasn't cruel or vain
(Heal!) She didn't mean to be a snatch!
Veronica, you're very quiet
What's on your mind?
Uh, maybe Heather realized that in order to be happy
She had to give up her power
And that the only way to do that was death
My god
Look what we've done, we're breaking through
Heather would be so proud of you
(And you, and you, and you, and you!)
No one thinks a pretty girl can touch you
Heather touching me
But she's made us better than we were (ooh-ooh-ah-ah)
Heather's dead, but she will live inside me
And I'll be the me inside of her
Holy crap, this is awesome!
Heather cried, our sins fell on her shoulders!
Jesus Christ!
Heather died, so we could all be free!
I'm bigger than John Lennon!
Heather's gone, but she will live forever!
She's the dove that sings outside my window
She's the twin from whom I'm separated
She's the horse I never got for Christmas
Heather sees the me inside of me
Heather is, the me inside of me
Inside of
Me!
Conjure her up in your mind
What would she say?
Wh-What's her final statement
To a cold, uncaring planet?
"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"
That's good
"But oh, the world, it held me down
Uh, it weighed like a concrete prom queen crown"
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!
Keep going
This has to be good enough to fool the cops
Whoa-oh-oh, is it murder?
No, look, here's a suicide note
They couldn't see past my rockstar mystique
They wouldn't dare look in my eyes
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
Myriad, nice!
No one thinks a pretty girl has substance
That's the curse of popularity (popularity)
I am more than just a source of handjobs
No one sees the me inside of me
Heather Chandler's not your everyday suicide
You should cancel classes
No way, coach, I send the kids home before lunch
And the switchboard will light up like a Christmas tree
Our children are dying!
I suggest we get everyone into the cafeteria
And just talk and feel together
Thank you, Ms. Fleming
Call me when the shuttle lands
I'm telling you, we all misjudged Heather Chandler
This is the loveliest suicide note I've ever read
Box up my clothing for Goodwill
And give the poor my NordicTrack
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
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
Aw, hell! Long weekend for everybody!
Ah, 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 can feel Heather's anguish
I never knew about her pain
(Go on!) Her life had hit a rocky patch
(Feel!) Deep down, she wasn't cruel or vain
(Heal!) She didn't mean to be a snatch!
Veronica, you're very quiet
What's on your mind?
Uh, maybe Heather realized that in order to be happy
She had to give up her power
And that the only way to do that was death
My god
Look what we've done, we're breaking through
Heather would be so proud of you
(And you, and you, and you, and you!)
No one thinks a pretty girl can touch you
Heather touching me
But she's made us better than we were (ooh-ooh-ah-ah)
Heather's dead, but she will live inside me
And I'll be the me inside of her
Holy crap, this is awesome!
Heather cried, our sins fell on her shoulders!
Jesus Christ!
Heather died, so we could all be free!
I'm bigger than John Lennon!
Heather's gone, but she will live forever!
She's the dove that sings outside my window
She's the twin from whom I'm separated
She's the horse I never got for Christmas
Heather sees the me inside of me
Heather is, the me inside of me
Inside of
Me!
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Marx, Keith Thomas
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