Born where the winter never sleeps, A lonely heart with secrets deep. Silver fingers, porcelain skin, A world outside he can't fit in. He cuts the roses just to see What beauty means when beauty bleeds. Every touch becomes a scar, Yet every scar reveals his heart. He never meant to hurt them, He only wanted love. But every dream he reaches for Is something he can't touch. SCISSORHEART — dancing in the rain, Cutting through the roses, hiding from the pain. SCISSORHEART — beautiful and torn, A lonely soul beneath the hands that he was born. If I could hold you without drawing blood, If I could love you like I should, I'd trade these blades for human hands And disappear into your wonderland. The perfect houses bloom in rows, Behind their smiles, nobody knows. He shapes their gardens, trims their dreams, But nothing's ever what it seems. Then she arrives like winter sun, And for a moment, he's not the one The world designed to fear and blame — Two broken hearts beneath the same rain. I see the soul beneath the scars, The quiet child behind the stars. But every time I pull you near, My hands become the thing you fear. SCISSORHEART — dancing in the rain, Cutting through the roses, hiding from the pain. SCISSORHEART — beautiful and torn, A lonely soul beneath the hands that he was born. You were never made for hurting, You were never born alone. Even silver hands can tremble When they're reaching for a home. But some love stories end in snow, Some hearts break before they know. And when the winter takes the sky, I watch your shadow pass me by. SCISSORHEART — dancing in the rain, Cutting through the roses, hiding from the pain. SCISSORHEART — beautiful and torn, A lonely soul forever left unborn. I'd trade these blades for human hands, I'd cross the snow, I'd break the plans. But if loving you means letting go — Then let the roses grow. Some hearts are beautiful... because they break.
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