Scissor Hands

"Don't you think I can handle my addiction
I can take it like a man
Slice me up like pieces of ribbon
Cut me up with your scissor hands"

-I can actually imagine this in a metal/punk rock song. Apologies if you did not intend your lyrics to be metal or even punk rock, but I can imagine Sugarcult singing it and it was great.

"Can't you think
About nobody but yourself
Does it sink
The feeling that you've gone to far
Skip a beat
When you cry your eyeballs out
Skip a beat
Care about nobody else"

-I really don't like the word "eyeballs" in this stanza. Other than that, awesome.

"Sit in the corner
Of this round room
Wait until you figure out
What till you come through
Why don't you come through
Why don't you come through
Why don't you come through"

-I like the repetition of the last sentence. A lot. More than I thought I would.

"Piece by piece...skip a beat...piece by piece...skip a beat "

-My favorite part of this poem.

I love the use of ribbons and scissors. it gives it a kind of sick elegance. i love it.

--TheGothicAlbino