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I hate the way you act as if I were the only one to be blamed I hate the way you're not around anymore And the fact that you act like we've never been something I hate the way you make me feel every time we pass between each other's The way my heart hurt like if it had been stabed a million times I hate the way you act like If I was a monster I hate the way you make me feel I hate the way you're cold and dry I hate the way you believe everything people tell you about me now since we broke up I hate the way you say you « respect me » Because I honestly don't see this « respect » you have for me I hate the way I don't hate you Not even a bit Not even close Not even at all I never could hate you honestly even if I tried so hard to convince myself that I would I just... never could I hate the way you think I don't have respect for you Did you know that when people tell me things at your subject like « He's a fucking dumb bitch » « Did you actually really date that boy, I mean he's like one of the worst bitch of them all » I simply say something like « No he's not, he's one of the best person that I ever met and I mean at least he's himself » I never talked badly of you or even in your back I never did and never would I hate you're big red dumb combat boots I hate your chain I hate your black leather coat and your jeans jacket I hate the way you make me cry I hate the fact that you didn't even check up on me I hate the way you make me sick of all of that I hate the way i just honestly miss all of the pretty punk boy you are
