I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way your eyes are green,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat bootsand the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way youre 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 youre not around,and the fact that you didnt call.
But mostly
I hate the way I dont hate you,
not even close
not even a little bi
tnot even at all.
2 comments:
ei,koq beshe taq pesen?
dori ne znaeh 4e e pesen, prosto go vidqh v net-a
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