Scissorhands

Love me, love me, love me, love me
Love me, love me, love me
Just want

The snow that landed on these fingers
Won't melt
Somewhere, someone laughed
Saying my heart is made of tin

The reflected scenery
Remains distorted

These hands, these hands
Can't even touch
Your cheek
If that's the case
What should I do
To protect that smile

Love me, love me, love me, love me
Love me, love me, love me
Just want

If all I can do
Is hurt
Then I should cut apart
Those who bully you
With these hands

Yes, this is my
Reason for being born

These hands, these hands
Feared by everyone
Those who mocked are no longer here
Even so, even so
God, why
Do I find myself alone

Fighting, fighting
Only for that smile
Believing, fighting, fought
Even so

la la la

(Aren't you afraid of me?)
(Are you going to stay by my side?)
(I see, I am)

Something gentle, dazzling
And warm
Is conveyed through these hands
More than anyone, more than anything
I was weak
I won't hurt again

These hands, these hands
I feel like I can touch
Your cheek now
Once more, once more
If we can meet someday

Love me, love me, love me, love me
Love me, love me, love me
I can give