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
Even 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 you don't even call

I hate you
I get sick from the smell of you
I hate you
I'm stopping myself from killing you
You make me sick
I regret all of it
I hate you
I really do

I feel sick

I'm stabbed in the back
I feel sick

I hate you
Stopping myself from killing you
I hate you
I hate you

i hate you

Hacked By Aliens

Music Production for Aliens.
Based In Middle East - Tehran

Hacked By Aliens

Uncle Pynk

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