Dib Dooley - Running With Scissors

I play with needles and knives to try and kill the time
Don't need you to intervene
I'm stiff and overzealous cause I'm always stupid jealous of the people that I see
On the television screen
And all my talent is a tasteless, wasted place
of surface-level type creations that you'll never get to see
And the voices in my head are telling me the dream is dead
Unless I make a new reality

It takes an hour to try and only seconds to shine
So I guess it just ain't cut out for me
But I'm ready to fly, don't wanna wait till I die
Cause it's such a lonely place to be

I run with scissors in my hands, you can't tell me nothin'
I'm gonna make it, I'm gonna make it
I'm cutting through the line, so watch out cause I'm comin'
I'm gonna break it, I'm gonna break it
I'm on the cutting edge of revenge
You couldn't leave me on the bench
I'm gonna make it, I'm gonna make it
I run with scissors in my hands until the blood is gushing
I'm gonna break it, I'm gonna break it

Look to the sky, the space, yeah that's my happy place
I'm shooting out to reach the moon
You tell me why, oh my, it's such a waste of time
Everybody hopes you lose
But if he cringes at syringes, he's afraid of the blade
If he's not running round with scissors then he's losing the game
It takes an hour to try and only seconds to shine
Oh, what a lonely place to be

I run with scissors in my hands, you can't tell me nothin
I'm gonna make it, I'm gonna make it
I'm cutting through the line, so watch out cause I'm comin'
I'm gonna break it, I'm gonna break it
I'm on the cutting edge of revenge
You couldn't leave me on the bench
I'm gonna make it, I'm gonna make it
I run with scissors in my hands until the blood is gushing
I'm gonna break it, I'm gonna break it

I'm gonna make it, I'm gonna make it
I'm gonna break it, I'm gonna break it
If he cringes at syringes, then he's afraid of the blade
I'm gonna make it, I'm gonna make it
If he's not running round with scissors then he's losing the game
I'm gonna break it, I'm gonna break it

I run with scissors in my hands, you can't tell me nothin'
I'm gonna make it, I'm gonna make it
I'm cutting through the line, so watch out cause I'm comin
I'm gonna break it, I'm gonna break it
I'm on the cutting edge of revenge
You couldn't leave me on the bench
I'm gonna make it, I'm gonna make it
I run with scissors in my hands until the blood is gushing
I'm gonna break it, I'm gonna break it

I'm gonna make it, I'm gonna make it

Written by:
Brooklynn Dooley, Dib Dooley

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