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?
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