They expect so much from you The want the world You’re too smart to be pretty Too pretty to be smart Too sporty to be anyone quiet Too quiet to be anything The kids’ gossip is too much for you They look at you like you’re split in two After the first bout of Junior high you’re chucked into more More harsh More hateful The environment more farce Barren, friendless existence it can be sometimes Who really are my friends Why can’t I fit in Why am I so unlikable Then the whispers of the pretty blonde kids Who point and laugh And they play their hockey and soccer And they smile at your failure Only when you find true friends do you start to care less You find which classes and acquaintances are best You no longer ponder the kids’ words and gossip Now the final whispers wander away without a care