My heart isolated in the middle of an ice cube
Its purple 4 war and cold to girls
It’s still beating trapped N fighting
Wanting to be free Breathing
{Inside myself I keep saying}
“Fuck This World”
Cuz it’s a cold cruel world
Bullshit happen
My heart pumps like a 12 gauge
Ready to hurl out the pain
So what If I slain the game
These aint games and those games wont play me
I don’t see how that will change
I’m hopelessly crasy
Look what done the cold made me
You don’t know me
Cuz I don’t know me either
Reason for writing:
Piss me off more and fo sho I will be writting...
Birth sign: Aries
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