i hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you ask me to do something i can't do,
i hate the way you drive my car,
and the way you ride your bike,
i hate it when you stare,
and the way you read my mind.
i hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
i hate the way that 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 call or text me at night,
i hate the way i don't hate you,
not even close,
not even a little bit,
not even at all.
p/s: tuan belog ni tengah konfius ape motif dia tulis menda nih...~
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