Emelie

I hate the way you talk to me, and how you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate the way you stare
I hate your big dumb combat boots and that you read my mind
I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme
I hate the way you're always right
I hate the way you lie
I hate the way you makes me laugh, even more when you make me cry
I hate that you're not around and the fact that you didn't call
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all...

Övrigt är överflödigt. Det är den bästa filmen. Bästa dikten. Du vet vad jag menar.

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