Dine é um gênio

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 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

posted by Dine @ 12:56