You say "It's not easy being me." 

People hear your every plea.

Yes, popularity is such a nightmare.

People who help you are right there. 

You say, "Being populr is like being able to fly." 

Looking at you, hearing you, I can tell you're a lie. 

Your nose is fake, your dress is a rip-off.

People different from you, you laugh and scoff.

You say, "I rule the school. I'm top of the rank."

If you're so smart, why do you draw a blank?

Let's face it, you pretend to be perfect.

Anyone who won't follow you, you reject.

To you, everyone must call you 'princess'.

You call me 'wannabe' but I have no one to impress. 

Now you break a nail and bawl, 

But soon, It'll be me you'll come to and crawl.

Popularit can only get you so far.

When in the real world, you're no longer a star.

The people you and others shunned now have the power. 

You better leave before things really get sour.

So if you want to be King or Queen.

Remember... popularity can be mean.