Edward Scissorhands

A sudden cut and a harsh snip

Regretting that he let it slip

    

Like crimson dripping from his knife

Never forgetting their short life

Where a sudden second was all they got

Where a memory like that can never rot

His eyes grew darker than it was before

The scars his face are still very sore

To step out there is all it really takes

For him to make more giant mistakes

And to have a curious empty mind

Looking for someone that's hard to find

Who can love such a horrifying man

With rusted scissors as his hands?

With broken scars on his face and heart

Where suburbian society tore him apart

I will cry for someone who misunderstands

So who can ever love Edward Scissorhands?