Different Love
I'm here to cut the glass with the grass
Leave my mark of blood I will
From the hurt of the loss of love it's left without remorse
Spilling from the innocent hearts
I came to the abyss
To spray and load my head with things never to happen
Seaping from a cut, the blood of wicked lies
Coming to show my worth and tremendous youth lost and gone
I'll never find it without help or cause
Imagine a love so great that you can't even bleed anymore
From the joy it brought and light it showed you cry nightly
Take that six times over
And you'll get my love for the hate of the slut
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