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 even makes me rhyme. I hate it, 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 it when 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 even at all.
Your so fuckin headstrong . Once your locked on your impossible to deter , and its hard to watch you walk yourself into trouble like you did last night. Your so oblivious to us mainly me , trying to take care of you , cuz you make it so hard.
Your so stubborn and proud , and waaaaay to carefree , you dont understand the consequences and last night you nearly fucked up big time.
Yet I still stuck around to make sure you were okay in your brash descison making , in the feezing fuckin cold for an hour when everyone else told me to leave you there.