The Saddest Story You've Ever Heard
Listen up now,
Don’t say another word
I’m about to tell you
The saddest story you’ve ever heard
About a girl
Who was prettier than she could ever tell
She looked into the mirror and
Dug herself deeper into hell
And there she would sit
Looking back at herself
With tears streaming down her face
Like a mom with a son in a prison cell
She just sits there and stares
Screaming, “life isn’t fair”
And nobody cares
Not one person cares
This girl stays up all night while she weeps
Finally works herself up so much she falls asleep
Only to wake up in the same damn house
That she had nightmares about
It takes her a few minutes to get out of her bed
Cause she’s trying to collect all the feelings in her head
So she can push them back beneath the surface
She’s nervous
That kids at school will see through the curtains
And continues to toss her truth in the furnace
She always looks her best
When her life is a mess
She just pounds on the make up
And wears V-necks
Just so all the boys can be impressed
By her looks and her chest
She hears other girls talking
Calling her a slut or a whore
She doesn’t care ‘cause it’s better than being known for
Being constantly upset and down in the dumps
So she holds her head high above all those punks
And flashes huge smiles in the halls
With her pearly white teeth
Looking something like a Barbie doll
She used to have friends
That didn’t know her at all
But she realized that ‘friends’ is not what you call
A group of girls that are only there when everything is fun
But when it comes down to it, they’re not there for the long run
So she convinces herself she doesn’t need anyone
And continues her lonely spiral down alone
Except now she gets stoned
‘Cause the drug dealer gives her discounts
Ever since she became his new rebound
So she hangs around with delinquents
The drugs get harder in sequence
Until one day she finds herself on defense
When her mom finds a bag of dope in her room
Just a day too soon
‘Cause she was about to sell it the next afternoon
She assumes that she’s about to be grounded for life
But her mom just tried to give her some advice
“Don’t tell me how to live,” she snaps back
But she knows she shouldn’t speak to her mama like that
She just doesn’t understand how her mom could watch her child suffer
Without stepping in to try and make something of her
So now she’s a drug-dealing, numb-feeling, never-healing
Adolescent
Who has lost her own essence
Somewhere in her depression
And her ability to rise above her oppression
Don’t say another word
I’m about to tell you
The saddest story you’ve ever heard
About a girl
Who was prettier than she could ever tell
She looked into the mirror and
Dug herself deeper into hell
And there she would sit
Looking back at herself
With tears streaming down her face
Like a mom with a son in a prison cell
She just sits there and stares
Screaming, “life isn’t fair”
And nobody cares
Not one person cares
This girl stays up all night while she weeps
Finally works herself up so much she falls asleep
Only to wake up in the same damn house
That she had nightmares about
It takes her a few minutes to get out of her bed
Cause she’s trying to collect all the feelings in her head
So she can push them back beneath the surface
She’s nervous
That kids at school will see through the curtains
And continues to toss her truth in the furnace
She always looks her best
When her life is a mess
She just pounds on the make up
And wears V-necks
Just so all the boys can be impressed
By her looks and her chest
She hears other girls talking
Calling her a slut or a whore
She doesn’t care ‘cause it’s better than being known for
Being constantly upset and down in the dumps
So she holds her head high above all those punks
And flashes huge smiles in the halls
With her pearly white teeth
Looking something like a Barbie doll
She used to have friends
That didn’t know her at all
But she realized that ‘friends’ is not what you call
A group of girls that are only there when everything is fun
But when it comes down to it, they’re not there for the long run
So she convinces herself she doesn’t need anyone
And continues her lonely spiral down alone
Except now she gets stoned
‘Cause the drug dealer gives her discounts
Ever since she became his new rebound
So she hangs around with delinquents
The drugs get harder in sequence
Until one day she finds herself on defense
When her mom finds a bag of dope in her room
Just a day too soon
‘Cause she was about to sell it the next afternoon
She assumes that she’s about to be grounded for life
But her mom just tried to give her some advice
“Don’t tell me how to live,” she snaps back
But she knows she shouldn’t speak to her mama like that
She just doesn’t understand how her mom could watch her child suffer
Without stepping in to try and make something of her
So now she’s a drug-dealing, numb-feeling, never-healing
Adolescent
Who has lost her own essence
Somewhere in her depression
And her ability to rise above her oppression