I h8

by mantha   Feb 22, 2006


I hate the way you lie
i hate the way you make me cry

i hate it when your always around
i hate it when you pull me down

i hate the way you make me laugh
i hate it when you tine you back

i hate you with all my hart
but i thrust you with my soil.

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