what is love my love,
tell me do you know?
for me it's dirt and blood and seed
that's how my garden grows
what is this pain inside my veins
that turned to frost, is there an oporation please and how much does it cost?
this love is a scary love
if I had one day left to live,
I'd lock the doors and windows and keep you in
if I had one day left to live I'd wrap myself around you and breathe you in
what is love my love, and tell me why it burns
like rage and fire inside of me it causes no concern
I'm quite used to it, the ashes on my hands
at least I've felt the pain of love that no one understands
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