Wednesday, December 16, 2009

I Hate That;

I hate that you don't sound like you care,
I hate that you hang up all the fucking time,
I hate that you call me every name under the sun,
I hate that you could leave me here,
when I'm crying because of all that you've done.
Happy anniversary, you clearly made my day.

Oh, and thanks for forgetting about it.

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