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buildings with a hundred floors,
spinning 'round revolving doors.
baby i don't know where they'll take me.

entries about chat links



breakaway
a short profile perhaps ?
a music player or hit counter ?
If you lose me then you know, you're just a bit too slow.
Friday, June 18, 2010 // 11:02 PM

Things I hate about you

I hate those clothes you wear,
'cause it wears off your figure.
I hate those times you swear,
'cause it brings out the you that makes me tear.
I hate the way you walk,
'cause it makes you look like you're gonna fall.
I hate to hear you say those untrue truths,
'cause I'll never get to know the truth,
it wears me down to feel cheated,
it makes me cry,
but it didn't matter.
I love you so, those times were great.

I hate the way you dazzle me,
'cause I stare at you dreamily, all can see.
I hate the way you drag me running in a mall,
'cause your hand holding mine flushes my cheek,
it sends my heart thudding.
I hate the way you say those three words,
'cause you make it sound like it didn't matter,
but little did you know, more than the world it mattered.
I hate the way you dote on me,
'cause I rely on you so much,
it's hard for me to separate from you.
I hate the way you protect me,
'cause it takes away my freedom,
it makes you upset with me.
I hate the way you lie to me,
'cause it made me cry every single night,
shattering into pieces.
I hate why you never talk to me again and avoid me,
'cause it makes me think I'd never mattered,
everything was a fantasy.
But what I hate most,
is of all these things I hate about you,
I was never even close to hating you.