But you keep pulling me down
I warned you this won't end well
What I touch goes up in flames
I wish that I could change
Oh, everybody's staring at me
Oh, since you're lookin', I'll put on a fucking show
Why can't no one understand
I got scissors for my hands?
Hold you closer but I can't
Nothing good will come from here
Those scratches won't disappear
I got, I got scissors for my hands
I got, I got scissors for my
Tiny blades, so I'm alone
Hurt everybody ten feet from me
I'm only safe when I'm alone
I'm not okay but I'm okay with it
Oh, everybody's staring at me
Oh, like I'm a freak but they don't even really know
Why can't no one understand
I got scissors for my hands?
Hold you closer but I can't
Nothing good will come from here
Those scratches won't disappear
I got, I got scissors for my hands
I got, I got scissors for my hands
I got, I got scissors for my hands
WRITERS
Jochanan Benjamin Samama, Margaret Elizabeth Lindemann, Paris O'Neill Carney, Rachel Kanner, Donald Cody Jr. Tarpley
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.