“I hate the way you talk to me, and 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 boats, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much, that it makes me sick, And 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 it when you 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.”
Posted on: Fri, 28 Jun 2013 22:31:53 +0000