gates of love
As i walk in the gates of hell
I see him standing there
He's waiting for me to come in
I see how the fire starts to rise
He gives me a murderous look
I instantly get chills and butterflies
Oh how i loved it
He slowly burned me till i died
He killed me with his fierced love
I fell for him and i'm going insane
I think we're perfectly made
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