Playing With Fire in meh...

He is hella flawed and has fucked up vision.

I don’t know if it’s because I really want him, or…I don’t know.

I keep asking God that if it’s not for me then to move him, but he stays around.

He’s so hood.
I’m kind of hood, but I don’t do what he does.

Playing with fire is an understatement, yet the perfect statement.

God help this crazy union. I might end up married to a man that’s bat shit crazy…and oddly I’m with it.