heart

I hate the way u talk 2 me
And the way u cut your hair
I hate the way u make me smile
I hate it when u stare
I hate your dumb combat boots
And the way u read my mind
I hate u so much.. it makes me sick
It even make me rhyme
I hate it-
I hate the way you’re always right
I hate it when u lie
I hate it when u make me laugh,
Even worse then u make me cry
I hate it when u’re not around
And the fact that u didn’t call
But mostly, I hate the way I don’t hate u
Not even close,
Not even a little bit
Not even at all