i hate the way you dress
i hate the way you sing
i hate the way you say my name
i hate how you look in thos jeans
i hate the way you hit me
i hate the way you scream
i hat the way you batrayed me
i hate the way you do drugs
i hate the way you fight with me abought everything
i hate the way you boss me
i hate the way you treat me
i hate i hate the way you say you love me when i know you dont
i hate the way you cook
i hate the way you smell so good
i hate the way i stay with you even though i know you will heart me agin like always
whut can i say i hate all there is abought you
but the thing i hate the most is that i love you even though i hate all thos things abought you
Turn that hate into an exit sign.
whuts an exit sign you told
whuts an exit sign you told me to tear i hate in to an exit sign