not even maybe

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You’re beautiful but you’re empty. No one could die for you.

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fuckyeahmovieclub:

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