I hate the way you talk to me,
And the way you keep my life joy.
I hate the way you drive my choices,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your angel face,
And the way you invade my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick ;
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate it...
I hate the way you wouldn't have right.
I hate it when you didn't give life sign.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around,
And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.
Not even close,
Not even a little bit,
Not even at all.
lundi, avril 03, 2006
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