In elementary school the pigtailed sweet girls
Wanted to kiss the good looking sweet boys
While the other boys played kickball
And the ugly duckling girls read

In middle school we became mixed
With all of the other schools from across town
And the pigtailed sweet girls wanted to kiss the rebel boys
With died black hair and Marilyn Manson shirts
Who smoked cigarettes and weed
They’d get high together and some of those girls
Would give up their innocence

Some of the good looking sweet boys became popular guys
Who began to drink and take advantage
Of the remaining sweet girls
And touch them in places
They weren’t ready to be touched
The other good looking sweet boys became pimply faced and awkward
And could no longer get the pigtailed sweet girls
Just the prim and proper pure little daddy’s girls
Whom wouldn’t kiss or touch at all
The non-good looking boys played sports
The nerds studied
And the ugly ducklings read

In high school the weed smokin’ rebels strangely
Were still dating middle school girls
The pigtailed sweet girls, used and tossed away,
Were handed to the upperclassmen
Friends of the pigtailed girls brothers
The popular good looking guys now got
Both older and younger girls
Drank more and kicked the shit out of the nerds
And the pimply faced ex-good looking sweet boys

The pimply faced ex-good looking sweet boys
Would get fed up with the non-touching
Non-kissing prude sweet daddy’s girls
They’d go for older and hotter girls But fail
The prude non-touching daddy’s girl would then find
The juniors and the seniors and suddenly
They were ready to be touched
And the pimply faced ex-good looking sweet boys would be hurt
Having to watch a love they had be used and thrown away
The pimply faced ex-good looking sweet boys would be alone
And too hurt to notice
The eyes of the ugly ducklings
Looking up from their books
Coveting from afar

( - a few years later - )

The weed smokin’ rebels were still listening to Marilyn Manson
Dating middle schoolers
And were the same height as they were four years ago
And still as smart

The sweet pigtailed girls, now two generations used, are alone
Because their date-rapin’ boyfriends are playin’ ball in college
Drinking and cheating
Using all of the un-popped leftovers
The sweet pigtailed girls are now alone
And the pimply faced ex-good looking sweet boys are bigger
Stronger and have cleared up faces
And no longer care about the used pigtailed sweet girls
Although some of the sweet boys became hurters
After being hurt themselves
Most got back on track
The once-again good looking sweet boys are now in love
With those ugly ducklings
Now turned beautiful swans
Who liked to be touched plenty
And still have their innocence
Plus culture and intellect

The non-good looking boys got scholarships
Will do well in college academically
And leave sports behind
They’ll marry an ugly duckling because of who they are
And not what they look like
And they will be the happiest of them all

( - to recap - )

Those sweet pigtailed girls are used up early
And look 40 when they’re 20
Make-up covering their faces
Faces that have been jerked off on one too many times at keggars
Because their boyfriends were horny
And the girls were raggin’
Dark shadows under their cold eyes
Dropping out of college to have the jock-stars kids
Ironically they give birth to ugly ducklings
Who will be greater than their parents ever were

The jock stars were once good looking sweet boys
Who drank too early and fingered the sweet girls
Before they understood their bodies
They used these women because they hated them
Possibly because their dad pushed them too hard
Or their mom held them too much
They soon become old men with shot knees
And bloodshot alcoholic eyes
Cold dead eyes like their wives'
Selling cars to those millionaire nerds
Who run their own companies
Set for life and laughing inside
At the all-star quarterback
Working on commission
Its fine though
The nerd boys will marry many ex-cheerleaders
Turned ex-models turned ex-beautiful
Who will use the nerds for their money
The nerds won’t care though
They did something with their lives

The ugly ducklings become the educated beauties
The working-mothers who are the most amazing
All they want is love and to share their love
With a man and a family

The strong non-good looking guys have technical degrees
Become good providers and just want to love
And be loved
To raise their kids the same
And they will
To reiterate -
They will be the happiest of us all

That one kid in the class who wasn’t great looking
But not too bad looking either
Who never spoke up but got good grades
He’ll soon be teaching the class
That you once shared
Teaching your kids what you never learned
And he won’t be surprised when your kids become depressed
Because he knows how their parents once were
And probably still are

Some jock-stars will come back and try to teach
Only so they can coach
And try to make friends with the new jockies
And be a mentor
But ignore the other boys
And make those sweet boys even bigger introverts
And outsiders
The coaching jock teacher will suck at his job
Just like he sucked off that guy at college
After one too many beers
And found he had something to hide
His class will be failing
So he’ll change their grades
To make himself look good
I swear this happens
How else would I have passed Freshman algebra?

That guy with the Camaro who deflowered your ex-girlfriend
And kicked your ass in the parking lot at Sonic
Will still have that Camaro when he is managing that Sonic
His daughter will drive that Camaro
And your son will be fucking her in the ass
In that Camaro in the parking lot of that Sonic

Those two talented black boys who were the backbone
Of the football and basketball teams
Who could’ve been great
Will hang with the wrong crowd
And expect to be handed things they didn’t earn
Spend off-court time smokin’ chronic
And will eventually rob a McDonalds
But be too high to remember where they parked
And will be arrested

That boy who spent countless hours in his garage
Working on his car in the cold
Drinking to stay warm
Will take his first drive
And end up killing his girlfriends grandparents

That posh uptight rich bitch
Who was always too good for everyone
And who kept her virginity all throughout college
Will lose it to a guy ten years older
Who has a wife and kids
His wife will find out and divorce him
He’ll lose everything he had
And the posh ass bitch will also leave him
He won’t be the the last one she does this to

That guy who dated the same girl
All though out high school and college
Who got married and had two great kids
And a beautiful home in suburbia
Will end up being the guy from the previous story

The Valedictorian will go to Harvard law
Marry a less goal-driven man
And have a few kids
The dad will raise them while the mother works
By the time the kids go to law school
The letters home will be addressed “Dear Dad,”
Mom will be too busy to read them anyway

The kid who knew all of the answers to all of the questions
Because his mom was a teacher and smothered him in knowledge
And other things
He’ll get perfect scores on the ACT and SATs
He’ll hit the real world and see that he’s nothing special
There are a ton of geniuses in the world
He’ll realize he never made any friends
Except for his mom
And he’ll blow his million dollar brain all over the walls of a $25 motel
And fall over dead on his Princeton acceptance letter

The battle scars we receive during these days
Can be worn as badges of honor
Or a crown of thorns

I can not say whether I am right or wrong
About this formula
It is a good general idea though
All I can say is what I was
What I became
And what I hope to be

I was a good-looking sweet boy who once was a boyfriend
To the cute pigtailed sweet girls
The ones who would eventually become
Those used broken angels
I became a pimply faced awkward boy who raged
And turned into a muted demon
I was one of the boys who was hurt
And turned to hurting
Trying to be a popular jock
Touching girls before they were ready
And burning for it to this day
Persecuting the nerds because I didn’t understand them
Wanting to be a rebel but didn’t have the balls
And had too much brains
I later became good looking again but still hurt women
And would use them to make them hurt
Except the terrible things is I never hurt
The girls that hurt me
Most of the girls who hurt me
Become women who hurt themselves
Or marry men to do it for them
I fell in love with an ex-ugly duckling
Now turned beautiful swan and hurt her
Then I left her and she hurt me
She found a good looking sweet boy
Who somehow made it through this process untouched
And unchanged and is still
A good looking sweet boy who deserves who he has
Although hurt once more I did not resort to hurting
And hopefully never will again
I now just want to love and be loved
I was that sweet boy who became a tortured teen
With a brilliant mind and endless dreams
All I want is to be that sweet boy as a man
And I’m trying hard to do so.