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 it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
I hate it,
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 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.
ya allah...
ya allah...
huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
ku lepas keluhan yang panjang betullah
wengg
yani dah wengg
gud bye mye fwenn
Bila anak mengikut.
6 years ago

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