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i hate the way you used me

the way you knew how to hurt n abuse me

i hate the way you looked at all the girls

the way you always wanted them to twirl

i hate the way you treated me

im not a piece of shit cant you see

i hate the way you had to be right

i remember the time that lonely night

i hate the way you saw though me

im sorry i thought i was visable am i unable to see?

i hate the way you still call

do you just want me to fall

i hate the way you were never there

its now obvious that you didnt care