I hate it when u talk to me
and the way u cut your hair
I hate it when u stare
I hate ure big bad combat boots
I hate the way u read my mind
I hate u so much it makes me sick
it even makes me rhyme
I hate it when ure always rite
I hate it when u lie
I hate it when u make me laugh
and even worse when u make me cry
I hate it when ure not around
and the fact that u didn't call
But most of all I hate how I don't hate u,
not even close
not even a little bit
not even at all.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
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Well said.
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