Talking to you is like nothing I can compare
But I choose too
Youre so f.u.c.k.i.n.g into yourself you dont listen
To me or anyone else as a matter of fact
I look into your eyes, of the darkest brown I've ever known, a color I never would've been able
I hate you.
To pull off. And you know what I see? I see hatred of hope and hope of hatred.
I'm in love with your best friend.