March 2012
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 lie I hate it when you make me laugh Even worse when you make me cry
I hate the way you’re not...
what I wanted to say: you and me? we’re over. I was right about you all along. you’re a player, and I know because you played me. I spent more time feeling like shit then being happy because of the way you treated me. so I hope you don’t feel trapped or confused or however the fuck you felt because I know I could never tell. this is what you wanted, right?
what I said: me:...
