Cute Without the E

Cute was the young girl
Blonde pigtails were her hair
Her eyes were bluer than the sea
And her skin was oh-so fair

She began to feel the pain
Sometime around highschool
Her dresses were old and skirts worn
New clothing was a rule

She read in a magazine
Something about cuts
A razor could make you feel better
No ifs, ands, or buts

She went home and locked the door
Before her mom came in
She grabbed a tiny razor
And commited the ultimate sin

Suicide in depression form
Teasing made her set herself free
Now she's buried in the ground
Because she was cute without the E