i hate the way you talk to me & the way you cut your hair,
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 that makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme.
i hate the way you're 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 the way you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call
but mostly i hate the way that i don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit,
not even at all .♥
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
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