My friends live in shades of blue, blue eyes and rock, but when they call, they call for me. They live for love, they love their drugs, they love their babies too. But I can't fix them, can't make them better, I can't do nothing about their strange weather. They say I don't know what I need. I think we're like fire and water, I think we're like the wind and sea. They're burning up, I'm cooling down, they're blind, I see. My boys are pretty cool, but they are not as cool as me, because I'm a Brooklyn baby. This story contains informations which are not true, and this is not only for Guns N' Roses fans. This is for everyone. story by @hollywoodxrose