Todas las cosas que nos dijimos.
Todos los planes que hicimos.
Todas las cosas que nos prometimos.

It still means the world to me.

Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano.

You ever love someone so much you can barely breathe when you're with them? You meet and neither one of you even know what hit them, got that warn fuzzy feeling, yeah, them chills, i used to get them. Now you're getting fucking sick of looking at them. You swore you've never hit them, never do nothing to hurt them, now you're in each other's face spewing venom in your words when you spit them. You push, pull each other's hair, scratch, claw, bit them, throw them down, pin them... so lost in the moments when you're in them.
It's the rage that took over, it controls you both, so they say it's best to go our separate ways.

i'm so cold, so cold without you.