gråt en uke i strekk da han døde. trodde det var en tidlig aprilsnarr, men det var det ikke..

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair

I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare

I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind

I hate you so much it makes me sick.. It evens makes me rhyme

I hate the way you're always right

I hate it when you lie

I hate it when you make me laugh

even worse when you make me cry

I hate that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not any at all
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Mannen er fantastisk!
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