December 2010
3 posts
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 that it makes me sick It even makes me rhyme I hate the way you’re always right I hate it when you lieI hate it when you make me laugh Even worse when you make me cry I hate the way...
