What's up Cold World,
Meet my love, my hate, happiness, my anger, my uprising, my downfall, my sadness, my disappointment, my excitement, my thrill, my chase, my all day everyday, my shit, my warmth, my chills, my water, my jealousy, my comfortability, my discomfort, my tears, my drool, my shelter, my hormones, my pleasure, my drive, my enthusiasm, my insecurities, my peace of mind, my annoyance, my stable instability, my good, my bad, my better half. Yea he's been part of the highs of my life and the reasons for the lowest I've been. Foreal, we're the most confusing pair that most people know, we've broken up, gotten back together, stopped talking, started kicking it again, hated each other, disrespected, loved, all that bullshit. But I honestly don't give two fucks about what anybody says or thinks about us, foreal, approve, disapprove, whatever the fuck gets you by. It's what we are and always been and prolly always will be. And I'm perfectly fine with it.