IRC-Galleria

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'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 that you're not
around.
And the fact that you didnt
call.
But mostly I hate the way I
don't hate you - - not even
close,
not even a little bit, not
even at all. ♡