I hate you
I really do
You act like it's ok
Unaware of the things you say
That unconcerned smile
It seems to stretch for a mile
those lieing eyes, I know they don't really see
All they do is see through me
I know you have your complaints too
But I know I have more than you
Why do you criticize?
All those rude words that made me cry
Is there something with the way I dress?
Give it it up already
Just give it a rest
Sure I wear lots of black
Is there something wrong with that?
You pretend to be proud of me
But I can really see
I know my true value
But I know I mean nothing to you
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