Scissor
Oooh, where's the scissor?Can't find it in its case
Where's the scissor?
You hide it for me these days?
Where's the scissor?
I bet you know why I want it
I bet you know I have seen your wrists
So where's the scissor?
I forgot to tell you, I want it too
Give me the scissor,
I sit here with my razor blades
You know why, you do know why
I've seen you when you're falling
Trying to catch you,
but the only thing I do is stop your cryin'
Tears of venom,
blood of cowardice
I know I can't stop you when you're falling
but I can't let you go down
'cause I can't let you go down
'cause I can't let you go down
'cause I can't let you go down
Somehow, you made my world
Somehow, you're creating my words
© by Halloway
Poetry by Halloway
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Written on 2006-07-27 at 12:43
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