Sunday, June 12, 2011



I hate the way you talk to me,

. The way you drive me insane.

I hate your big dumb combat boots

, and the way you read my mind . wrong

I hate you so much it makes me sick

; it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way your always right.

and I hate the way you always say sorry

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 don't call.

But mostly I hate you .

Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.


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