Letras

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 sigh
I hate it
I hate the way you're always right
Even when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even more so when you make me cry
I hate it when you're not around
And not even call
I hate you
I get sick from the sound of you
I hate you
I'm stoppin' myself
From killing you
You make me sick
I regret
All of this
I hate you
I really do
I feel sick
I'm not just upset
I feel sick
I hate you
I'm stopping myself
From killing you
I
Hate you
I
Hate you!
Written by: Cruz Mitchell, voluntaryviolence
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