"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 boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you are always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate the way you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you are 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 at all..."
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário