i don't think you know oh how i hate you so i've known you my whole life and i hate how you hold your knife you think you know me best but really, let's have a test why did you have to say that? why did you have to call me a brat? if you'd just tell me what's wrong, i wouldn't cry because i'd learn to be strong i know you hate when i tear up but these emotions i did not make up what's wrong with me, you ask? it's your own fault for making me crack i hate you i hate you i hate you and i'm not sure i love you but i feel there is a ticking bomb whenever i talk to you, –––––.
