Think. Long and hard. Conjure her up in your mind. What would she say? What is her final statement to a cold, uncaring planet? "Dear world... Believe it or not, I knew about fear; I knew the way loneliness stung. I hid behind smiles and crazy hot clothes; I learned to kiss boys with my tongue." That's good. "But oh, the world, it held me down; it weighed like a concrete prom queen crown." No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings. No one gets her insecurity. I am more than shoulder pads and makeup. No one sees the me inside of me. Jesus, you're making me sound like Air Supply. Keep going. This has to be good enough to fool the cops. Whoa! Is it murder? No, look. Here's a suicide note. "They couldn't see past my rockstar mystique, They wouldn't dare look in my eyes. But just underneath was a terrified girl who clings to her pillow and cries! My looks were just like prison bars; they've left me a myriad of scars." "Myriad." Nice. "No one thinks a pretty girl has substance. That's the curse of popularity." "I am more than just a source of handjobs." "No one sees the me inside of me." Heather Chandler is not your everyday suicide. You should cancel classes. No way, Coach. I send the kids home before lunch and the switchboard'll light up like a Christmas tree. Out children are dying. I suggest we get everyone into the cafeteria and just talk. And feel. Together. Thank you, Ms. Fleming. Call me when the shuttle lands. I'm telling you we all misjudged Heather Chandler. This is the loveliest suicide not I've ever read. "Box up my clothing for Goodwill; and give the poor my Nordic Track. Donate my car to crippled kids, or to those ghetto moms on crack. Give them my hats and my CDs, my pumps and my flats, my three TVs!" "No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings; but I weep for all I failed to be. Maybe I can help the world by leaving; Maybe that the me inside of me." Aw, hell. Long weekend for everybody! Not so fast, kids. They're refueling the buses, which gives us a solid half-hour of healing. I've mimeographed copies of the suicide note so you can feel Heather's anguish. I never knew about her pain. Go on! Her life had hit a rocky patch. Feel! Deep down she wasn't cruel or vain - Heal! She didn't mean to be such a snatch! Veronica, you're very quiet. What's on your mind. Uh, maybe Heather realized that in order to be happy she had to give up her power. And the only way to do that was... death. My God. Look what we've done. We're breaking through! Heather would be so proud of you! And you! And you! And you! And you! No one thinks a pretty girl can touch you... Heather touching me... But she's made us better than we were. Heather's dead, but she will live inside me, and I'll be the me inside of her... Holy crap! This is awesome! Heather cried, our sins fell on her shoulders! Jesus Christ! Heather died, so we could all be free! I'm bigger than John Lennon! Heather's gone, but she will live forever! She's the dove that sings outside my window! She's the twin from whom I'm separated! She's the horse I never got for Christmas! Heather sees the me inside of me! Heather is the me inside of me! Inside of... me!
Think. Long and hard. Conjure her up in your mind. What would she say? What is her final statement to a cold, uncaring planet? "Dear world... Believe it or not, I knew about fear; I knew the way loneliness stung. I hid behind smiles and crazy hot clothes; I learned to kiss boys with my tongue." That's good. "But oh, the world, it held me down; it weighed like a concrete prom queen crown." No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings. No one gets her insecurity. I am more than shoulder pads and makeup. No one sees the me inside of me. Jesus, you're making me sound like Air Supply. Keep going. This has to be good enough to fool the cops. Whoa! Is it murder? No, look. Here's a suicide note. "They couldn't see past my rockstar mystique, They wouldn't dare look in my eyes. But just underneath was a terrified girl who clings to her pillow and cries! My looks were just like prison bars; they've left me a myriad of scars." "Myriad." Nice. "No one thinks a pretty girl has substance. That's the curse of popularity." "I am more than just a source of handjobs." "No one sees the me inside of me." Heather Chandler is not your everyday suicide. You should cancel classes. No way, Coach. I send the kids home before lunch and the switchboard'll light up like a Christmas tree. Out children are dying. I suggest we get everyone into the cafeteria and just talk. And feel. Together. Thank you, Ms. Fleming. Call me when the shuttle lands. I'm telling you we all misjudged Heather Chandler. This is the loveliest suicide not I've ever read. "Box up my clothing for Goodwill; and give the poor my Nordic Track. Donate my car to crippled kids, or to those ghetto moms on crack. Give them my hats and my CDs, my pumps and my flats, my three TVs!" "No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings; but I weep for all I failed to be. Maybe I can help the world by leaving; Maybe that the me inside of me." Aw, hell. Long weekend for everybody! Not so fast, kids. They're refueling the buses, which gives us a solid half-hour of healing. I've mimeographed copies of the suicide note so you can feel Heather's anguish. I never knew about her pain. Go on! Her life had hit a rocky patch. Feel! Deep down she wasn't cruel or vain - Heal! She didn't mean to be such a snatch! Veronica, you're very quiet. What's on your mind. Uh, maybe Heather realized that in order to be happy she had to give up her power. And the only way to do that was... death. My God. Look what we've done. We're breaking through! Heather would be so proud of you! And you! And you! And you! And you! No one thinks a pretty girl can touch you... Heather touching me... But she's made us better than we were. Heather's dead, but she will live inside me, and I'll be the me inside of her... Holy crap! This is awesome! Heather cried, our sins fell on her shoulders! Jesus Christ! Heather died, so we could all be free! I'm bigger than John Lennon! Heather's gone, but she will live forever! She's the dove that sings outside my window! She's the twin from whom I'm separated! She's the horse I never got for Christmas! Heather sees the me inside of me! Heather is the me inside of me! Inside of... me!
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Heather chandler actually sang
“Holy crap this is awesome!”
“Jesus Christ!”
“I’M BIGGER THAN JOHN LENNON!”
Not Mrs. Fleming
They didnt make the lyrics. Besides it does sound quite a lot like ms fleming if you havent seen the musical
@@calamity_x you can see that is Heather Chandler
I'm not sure if you made the words but if I'm right its heather chandler singing holy crap this is awesome and not Mrs Fleming
Oh, I forgot to gave credits, that's not mine
Yeh I believe it was Heather c
Teachers: *_HAHAHAHAHAHA_*
Ah, Looks like the lyrics are not sync with the time ^^'
Paul IKRRRR
Ikr it’s messing me up ahhh
the lyrics are way too late
Think. Long and hard. Conjure her up in your mind. What would she say?
What is her final statement to a cold, uncaring planet?
"Dear world...
Believe it or not, I knew about fear;
I knew the way loneliness stung.
I hid behind smiles and crazy hot clothes;
I learned to kiss boys with my tongue."
That's good.
"But oh, the world, it held me down;
it weighed like a concrete prom queen crown."
No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings.
No one gets her insecurity.
I am more than shoulder pads and makeup.
No one sees the me inside of me.
Jesus, you're making me sound like Air Supply.
Keep going. This has to be good enough to fool the cops.
Whoa! Is it murder?
No, look. Here's a suicide note.
"They couldn't see past my rockstar mystique,
They wouldn't dare look in my eyes.
But just underneath was a terrified girl
who clings to her pillow and cries!
My looks were just like prison bars;
they've left me a myriad of scars."
"Myriad." Nice.
"No one thinks a pretty girl has substance. That's the curse of popularity."
"I am more than just a source of handjobs."
"No one sees the me inside of me."
Heather Chandler is not your everyday suicide.
You should cancel classes.
No way, Coach.
I send the kids home before lunch and the switchboard'll light up like a Christmas tree.
Out children are dying.
I suggest we get everyone into the cafeteria and just talk. And feel. Together.
Thank you, Ms. Fleming. Call me when the shuttle lands.
I'm telling you we all misjudged Heather Chandler.
This is the loveliest suicide not I've ever read.
"Box up my clothing for Goodwill;
and give the poor my Nordic Track.
Donate my car to crippled kids,
or to those ghetto moms on crack.
Give them my hats and my CDs,
my pumps and my flats, my three TVs!"
"No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings;
but I weep for all I failed to be.
Maybe I can help the world by leaving;
Maybe that the me inside of me."
Aw, hell. Long weekend for everybody!
Not so fast, kids. They're refueling the buses, which gives us a solid half-hour of healing.
I've mimeographed copies of the suicide note so you can feel Heather's anguish.
I never knew about her pain.
Go on!
Her life had hit a rocky patch.
Feel!
Deep down she wasn't cruel or vain -
Heal!
She didn't mean to be such a snatch!
Veronica, you're very quiet. What's on your mind.
Uh, maybe Heather realized that in order to be happy she had to give up her power.
And the only way to do that was... death.
My God.
Look what we've done.
We're breaking through!
Heather would be so proud of you!
And you! And you! And you! And you!
No one thinks a pretty girl can touch you...
Heather touching me...
But she's made us better than we were.
Heather's dead, but she will live inside me, and I'll be the me inside of her...
Holy crap! This is awesome!
Heather cried, our sins fell on her shoulders!
Jesus Christ!
Heather died, so we could all be free!
I'm bigger than John Lennon!
Heather's gone, but she will live forever!
She's the dove that sings outside my window!
She's the twin from whom
I'm separated!
She's the horse I never got for Christmas!
Heather sees the me inside of me!
Heather is the me inside of me!
Inside of... me!
UGH THE LAST PART IS SO GOOD. THIS RIGHT HERE 4:56 TIL THE END SLAPS
This could be a Kirby song
YOURE NOT WRONG
No one sees the me inside kirbyyyyy
Ok but this instrumental is amazing and underrated
The 2 dislikes are from Heather Duke and McNamarea
But Heather McNamara was the "true" best friend of Heather Chandler
Thank you very much! I thought no one uploaded it. XOXO
YES FINALLY SOMEBODY MAKES IT 💕💕💕
When you say purty instead of pretty
You are actually the best for these!!!
Awww, thank you ❤️
this instrumental slaps though
oh my god! thank you SO MUCH!!
Here you are! :D
This is amazing omg!
The timing tho
I know, when I was doing that everything was fine. I don't know what happened, sorry 😂
Jestem Szlafrok oh god now i feel terrible sorry :,)
@@miliander0671 No, no it's fine 😂 Don't blame yourself!
Jestem Szlafrok it’s okay we all already knew the lyrics as adoring heathers fans LMFAOO
5:02 is🔥🔥
And The funny thing here it's that actualy i Got a costplay of Heather Chandler
I noticed some of the music was off timing with the lyrics-
Thanks :*
4:15
Im trying to rewrite the lyrics to fit my bird which I named Heather!
Can someone tell me when heathers part starts?
'' no one thinks a pretty girl has feelings''
0:03
Think. Long and hard. Conjure her up in your mind. What would she say?
What is her final statement to a cold, uncaring planet?
"Dear world...
Believe it or not, I knew about fear;
I knew the way loneliness stung.
I hid behind smiles and crazy hot clothes;
I learned to kiss boys with my tongue."
That's good.
"But oh, the world, it held me down;
it weighed like a concrete prom queen crown."
No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings.
No one gets her insecurity.
I am more than shoulder pads and makeup.
No one sees the me inside of me.
Jesus, you're making me sound like Air Supply.
Keep going. This has to be good enough to fool the cops.
Whoa! Is it murder?
No, look. Here's a suicide note.
"They couldn't see past my rockstar mystique,
They wouldn't dare look in my eyes.
But just underneath was a terrified girl
who clings to her pillow and cries!
My looks were just like prison bars;
they've left me a myriad of scars."
"Myriad." Nice.
"No one thinks a pretty girl has substance. That's the curse of popularity."
"I am more than just a source of handjobs."
"No one sees the me inside of me."
Heather Chandler is not your everyday suicide.
You should cancel classes.
No way, Coach.
I send the kids home before lunch and the switchboard'll light up like a Christmas tree.
Out children are dying.
I suggest we get everyone into the cafeteria and just talk. And feel. Together.
Thank you, Ms. Fleming. Call me when the shuttle lands.
I'm telling you we all misjudged Heather Chandler.
This is the loveliest suicide not I've ever read.
"Box up my clothing for Goodwill;
and give the poor my Nordic Track.
Donate my car to crippled kids,
or to those ghetto moms on crack.
Give them my hats and my CDs,
my pumps and my flats, my three TVs!"
"No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings;
but I weep for all I failed to be.
Maybe I can help the world by leaving;
Maybe that the me inside of me."
Aw, hell. Long weekend for everybody!
Not so fast, kids. They're refueling the buses, which gives us a solid half-hour of healing.
I've mimeographed copies of the suicide note so you can feel Heather's anguish.
I never knew about her pain.
Go on!
Her life had hit a rocky patch.
Feel!
Deep down she wasn't cruel or vain -
Heal!
She didn't mean to be such a snatch!
Veronica, you're very quiet. What's on your mind.
Uh, maybe Heather realized that in order to be happy she had to give up her power.
And the only way to do that was... death.
My God.
Look what we've done.
We're breaking through!
Heather would be so proud of you!
And you! And you! And you! And you!
No one thinks a pretty girl can touch you...
Heather touching me...
But she's made us better than we were.
Heather's dead, but she will live inside me, and I'll be the me inside of her...
Holy crap! This is awesome!
Heather cried, our sins fell on her shoulders!
Jesus Christ!
Heather died, so we could all be free!
I'm bigger than John Lennon!
Heather's gone, but she will live forever!
She's the dove that sings outside my window!
She's the twin from whom
I'm separated!
She's the horse I never got for Christmas!
Heather sees the me inside of me!
Heather is the me inside of me!
Inside of... me!