i hate the way you talk to me
i hate the way you drive my car
i hate it when you stare
i hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind
i hate you so much it makes me sick it even makes me rhyme
i hate youre always right
i hate it when you lie
i hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry
i hate it that you're not around and the fact that you didn't call
but mostly i hate the way i don't hate you
not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all
Jumat, 17 April 2009
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