What happened with me?
I drawing in lie
And I cannot see
Of our world light..
When my eyes are crying
Its go tears dark
My eyes are crying
Of our world – so dark...
But my eyes are see
Something what cannot be
And my hands are do
What Edward want to choose
I can understand hes action's
Hes hands not rude
And his scissors is not weapons
His scissor are a tools
Fore fantastic creation...
And fore what he do it
Only fore his selection?
Ore maybe hes eyes want to see
Our world in other color be?
Poor Edward
I too want it to see
And like you're creations
I create all fore she...
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My hands like your scissors
They can cause a pain
And my hands are do
What your scissors ,or same...
We very similarity Edward
You too very alone
But in soul
You know your love,
But she fare away from you
And(its not strange) my too...
I understand Edward scissor-hands... ,,
© Copyright: Дмитрий Фёдоров 1, 2010
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