I hate your Stephen Lynch shirts
and your Jurassic Park merchandise
I hate that I can’t talk to you
Without sounding like an imbecile (i know that doesn't rhyme)
I hate that you’re on my mind
Every detik of everyday
I hate that I have to remind myself
I’d better stay away
I hate that when I go on Twitter
your tweets are the first ones that I see
I hate that when I talk to you
you never ever talk back to me
I hate that we have so much in common
but anda will never want to know
I hate that I don’t exist to you
and that I have to go through this alone
I hate that I have to restrain myself
From reaching...
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