I don't but I do.
I certainly don't want you.
but hypocrisy runs through.
I don't want you.
I don't want you.
I. don't. want. you.
Sometimes I think I do. Is that terrible?
I mean you hurt me.
You hurt me all the time.
I don't know what to do.
I don't want to say that I still like you.
You're not my friend.
You apparently never were.
I just don't want anything to do with you.
But even as I say it now I know that isn't true.
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