Gedichten: Gedicht
I hate the way you talk to me
the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you think of me
I hate it when you stair
I hate your stupid jokes
and the way you reed my mind.
I hate you so much, it makes me sick
It even makes me rime.
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 when you're not around
and the fact that you didn't called
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
Not even a little bit
Not even close
Not even at all....
the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you think of me
I hate it when you stair
I hate your stupid jokes
and the way you reed my mind.
I hate you so much, it makes me sick
It even makes me rime.
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 when you're not around
and the fact that you didn't called
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
Not even a little bit
Not even close
Not even at all....