Societies within a society
That’s how high school works
Commonly known as cliques or posses
They’re all misjudged blokes

Take a closer look before you judge somebody
You see these “geeks” and think
Ew gross!
But you don’t really know

These “geeks” you slam into the walls
Know nothing outside their “geekdom”
When a football jock approaches them
They know they gotta run

Mathematics, computer modifications
These people here rarely get a vacation
“Sir, may I interrupt your mathematics, for a game of chess?”
Ah yes, chess, the game they know best

Their ears perk up
When the other societies talk
You can almost hear the Alphas whisper
“Let’s go get that Spock”

She’s the one with the perfect hair
Completely flawless beyond compare
The captain of the cheerleading team
Also your one and only, homecoming queen

You think you really know her
Apart from the heels and glitter
Do you hear her cries at night
Of desperation and despair?

Underneath the make-up that masks her insecurities
She’s just a sad teenage girl, not to mention a bit lonely
A special person can make her see
That she’s well loved by many

This guy here is one in a pickle
Indeed, he has a problem
He’s the star quarterback on the football team
But right now he just wants to scream

His buddies say he’s a “playa”
A new chick every night
They’re just making this stuff up
You see, the dude is alright

Football is his escape
Where only he exists
At school he plays and does his work
Truth is, he’s never had his first kiss

At lunch he sees the girl
Who eats in isolation
But to go over and say hello
Would put him on Social Probation

She’s too weird for the science nerds
Not pale enough for the Goths
Not preppy enough for the cheerleaders
And way too short for the jocks

Some call her a loner
No one dares to say hi
A misfit is she
But why?

Quiet at school
She’s afraid to speak
She knows the real reason why
It’s the reason she eats alone
It’s the reason why she cries

Sun makes them scream
Black, all they wear
Heavy metal screamo music
Everybody stares

No one dares to talk to them
And well, that’s okay
They’re just different
In every way

Let them stare
At our piercings and darkness
They don’t know what we’ve gone through
We don’t know how to trust

We used to be like them
Happy all the time
Then we saw Death not once, but twice
Here, the sun never shines

Marijuana, meth, cocaine, weed
His life revolves around this need
High all the time, for different reasons
Than the ones we think
Once a good student, his life turned bad
When he’s on heroin, he can’t possibly be sad

The teachers don’t care
They’re not the only ones
His life sucks bad
He’s seen many guns
This is the reason why he takes
His life is the reason why he escapes

One and the same
Stuck inside these molds
Rules are meant to be broken
Or so, we’re all told

Afraid to step outside of our worlds
What will it take?
To some, yes, high school is this
We’re narrow minded and sort of fake