Edward Scissorhands
The saddest story ever told
You live in a castle black as coal
The empty rooms echo of your voice alone
Your life has no meaning, no real goal
If only people could see your tender heart
Instead of holding onto the blackest fear
Of the unknown and rare
When snow fall your world change momentarily
And your life consists of silent objects of ice
You carry conversations with melting faces
And no one is around to dry those tears away
Bleeding scars are marking your pale face
No one in this world will ever give you a chance
One look at you and they all run away
It's your destiny to be the monster on the hill
Alone and scared you'll always be
Dying is one long struggle to be free
You look down at them from above
You pretend you could be their lost friend
And you make up a better end
For poor, misunderstood Edward Scissorhands