Jodie Steele feat. Carrie Hope Fletcher, Rebecca Lock & Original West End Cast of Heathers -
Heathers the Musical (Original West End Cast Recording)
The Me Inside of Me
Think, long and hard
Conjure her up in your mind
What would Heather say?
What is 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
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 gotta be good enough to fool the cops!
Whoa! 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
I am more than just a source of handjobs
No one sees the me inside of me
I'm telling ya, Principal Gowan
Heather Chandler is 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!
What this school needs is a good old-fashioned rap session
I suggest we get everyone into the cafeteria
And just talk and feel, together
Thank you, Ms. Fleming
Call me when the shuttle lands
Oh go ahead, laugh at the hippie
But I'm telling you we all misjudged Heather Chandler
Myself included
Have you read this suicide note?
Really read it?
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!
No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings
But I weep for all 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!
Not so fast, kids
They're refueling the buses
Which gives us a solid half-hour of healing
I want you all to study the suicide note
So you can really feel Heather's anguish
Her world seemed like a perfect place
Go on!
But friends and toys had no effect
Feel!
That's why she punched me in the face
Heal!
'Cause she was desperate to connect!
Veronica? Is something on your mind?
I'm sorry, it's just that this classroom discussion
Has stirred up emotions I haven't felt
Since Hands Across America!
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
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 Heather say?
What is 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
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 gotta be good enough to fool the cops!
Whoa! 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
I am more than just a source of handjobs
No one sees the me inside of me
I'm telling ya, Principal Gowan
Heather Chandler is 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!
What this school needs is a good old-fashioned rap session
I suggest we get everyone into the cafeteria
And just talk and feel, together
Thank you, Ms. Fleming
Call me when the shuttle lands
Oh go ahead, laugh at the hippie
But I'm telling you we all misjudged Heather Chandler
Myself included
Have you read this suicide note?
Really read it?
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!
No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings
But I weep for all 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!
Not so fast, kids
They're refueling the buses
Which gives us a solid half-hour of healing
I want you all to study the suicide note
So you can really feel Heather's anguish
Her world seemed like a perfect place
Go on!
But friends and toys had no effect
Feel!
That's why she punched me in the face
Heal!
'Cause she was desperate to connect!
Veronica? Is something on your mind?
I'm sorry, it's just that this classroom discussion
Has stirred up emotions I haven't felt
Since Hands Across America!
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
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): Laurence Crawford O'keefe, Kevin Conlin Murphy
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