I'm beyond the need to fit in,

And I can't understand wanting their love,

But most people's idea of friendship,

And the things that they call beauty,

They don't mean a thing,

Just a process of elimination.

Where only the heartless survive,

It means...nothing,

Impeccable fashion and perfect bodies,

Acknowledging only what pleases the eye,

It means...nothing, no.

It doesn't mean a thing,

It just doesn't mean a thing,

A conscious effort to make progress,

On a ladder that only leads down,

It means...nothing, no.