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 it, 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're 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.
quinta-feira, 10 de dezembro de 2009
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Humm... I think that I hate you as well...
"kidding!"
he he he
;~]
Querida, está aqui novamente! Vou parar para ler todos os posts e vir te visitar sempre.
Beijos
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