dear you

the smirk on your face

the sarcasm in your words

they make worst of my days

they stab me like swords

you don’t fight fair

and that makes you look so gay

i wish i could pull your hair

and call you asshole all day

i hate that i hate you

i hate that you talk like we’re good

i hate that you make me feel blue

i hate that you ruin my mood

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