I had new hope that we could be.
what i had killed could now be free.
It was life for me to talk to you,
from pain and death ,to love for you.
I thought we'd gone,where we'd lost track.
but once again we both pulled back.
afraid to be alone as one.
now two new people hold one gun.
a gun thats aimed for both our hearts.
they wish for us to be apart.
to wish us both unsure again.
they don't want us more than friends.
Their hatred pulled us all apart.
and all thats left,four aching hearts.
Two filled with tainted love,and pain.
and ours,with pure new love to gain.
so choose my love,while it's still pure.
Or,those two hearts will close our door.
Our door,to love and happiness
It closed,will sentence our hearts to death.
So leave it opened,love's our cure,
so please,don't ever close our door.
