Tuesday, March 22, 2005

I hate the way u talk to me

and the way u cut your hair

I hate the way u drive my car

I hate it when u stare

I hate your big dumb combat boots

and the way you read my mind

I hate it so much it makes me sick

it even makes me rhyme

I hate it when u tell the truth

I hate it when u lie

I hate it when u make me laugh

even more when u make me cry

I hate it when u're not around

and the fact that u didn't call

but most of all,

I hate the way I don't hate you

not a little bit, not even close, not at even all...

erinchunk circled @ 8:20 PM

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