Strangers on a bus

They're all different

{They've all got their own s-t-o-r-y}

Let me tell you little girl, they're not all they seem

.z.

That R/e/b/e/l Girl

{You know the type: half a dozen piercings, combat boots, the world-hating glare}

She's not quite the rebel she looks

{She just wants to be seen}

.z.

That S.t.u.d.i.o.u.s. Girl

{Pen in her hair, nose in a book}

She's not that great, not that smart

{She's just trying to live up to expectations}

.z.

That BIG, Bold Football Player

(Don't forget him, Darling)

{Loud, always surrounded by his team and the girls}

He doesn't always want to be the star

{He wishes he could slip away and watch the stars}

.z.

That O-g-a-n-i-z-e- d One

{color-coded planner, always bossing people around}

She has the most C.H.A.O.T.O. I. C. mind

{She's the one c-r-a-c-k-i-n-g at the seams}

.z.

That D~r~e~a~m~e~r Girl

{Misty expression, head up in the clouds}

She's the most aware

{She just hopes to lose herself in fantasy before reality crushes her}

.z.

Yes, Darling

They've got their own s-t-o-r-i-e-s

And their own facades to h/i/d/e behind