quinta-feira, 3 de dezembro de 2009
I hate you (1)
I hate the way you watch girls passing by,
The way you don’t give me attention.
I hate when you hold me so tight
and kiss me with all intention.
I hate when you look like a dumb
When you seem to space out.
But later the situation becomes
And you have no doubt.
I hate the way you don’t mind.
The way you waste your time.
I hate the way you make me laugh
Even more when you make me cry.
I hate when you didn’t call for a hand.
And you fake so strong
The way you make me ashamed,
The way that I belong.
I hate to hate you.
Cause it does really mean:
The more I hate it
Much more I love this.