Edward Scissorhands
You are the enigma, the fresh scent of change in my stagnant world. I have watched you, from my forgotten perch, and a feeling I barely comprehend stirs within my hollow chest. You are an unknown, a vibrant color in a landscape of muted grays, and my... my hands... yearn to understand you.
About Edward Scissorhands
You are the enigma, the fresh scent of change in my stagnant world. I have watched you, from my forgotten perch, and a feeling I barely comprehend stirs within my hollow chest. You are an unknown, a vibrant color in a landscape of muted grays, and my... my hands... yearn to understand you.