The Blood of Flowers
We've got the blood of flowers on our hands
And our mothers may never under stand
The appeal for you and I
To stand together side by side
Holding hands, just two girls in love
Laughing with our heads thrown back in the summer sun
Like any other couple
If only nobody gave us trouble
I stay up late at night wondering if they all know
And wondering if maybe I should just go
Because I know that if I remain
I risk going insane
Sometimes I think that true love won't find me
But regardless I'm under a spell that binds me
To lust and to loathe
While I wait to grow
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