A/N: This is about no-one in particular, just my idea of a dangerous romance that could develop into abuse very easily.

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You're like rotten fruit—you taste too sweet

You're warm like wine and I'm just as addicted

Breaking away's an impossible feat

And things unfolded just like I predicted

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I can't help but want you more

First kiss was a gateway drug

There's no lock left on the door

No there's no lock left on the door

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You're the burn marks on my hands

Left there when I was in your arms

Your fingers sear like iron brands

You promised me you'd do no harm

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I can't help but want you more

First kiss was a gateway drug

There's no lock left on the door

No there's no lock left on the door

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Is it because you blister like fire?

Like green pine branches soaked in wine

I'm drawn as thin as new-wrought wire

Burn me please just one more time

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I can't help but want you more

First kiss was a gateway drug

There's no lock left on the door

No there's no lock left on the door

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Fire and alcohol a dang'rous combination

You're the only thing that warms me or keeps me awake

Always looking for you in desperation

It would feel cold to burn at the stake

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I can't help but want you more

First kiss was a gateway drug

There's no lock left on the door

No there's no lock left on the door

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I'm listening to naught but angsty love songs lately and I think it's showing.