Breaking heart and shooting stars,
Isn’t it what it’s all about?
Midnight kisses and and being your man’s misses,
Isn’t that what you want?
Fake friends and making wrong amends,
It’s a routine you go through without a doubt.
Being popular and doing it for a dollar,
It’s your high school life.
Ruby red lips and memorizing scripts,
That you know will please your friends.
Secrets under the bleachers and long looks at the teachers,
Teasing them just from suspense.
Let your hair down and take off your makeup,
Let your boyfriend know its an official breakup.
Why do you need to hide under all of that?
Of course not, you’re not ugly, you’re not fat,
Your fake persona is long overdue,
Because I just miss the real you.