I knew girls.
They was so happy they'd twirl.
Then society came.
It's the reason to blame.
Their life's a mess.
But they still looks pretty in a dress.
One had got her hands on a razor,
and wasn't found till later.
The second took her finger,
and pulled the trigger.
The last kicked the chair,
and lost to much air.
What no one could get,
was that their notes said "Am I beautiful yet?"
