I hate the way you tell me you love me
When your with her
I hate when you tell me you miss me
I hate the way you make me think of you
I was getting over you
But you had to call
And tell me you still love me
When your with her
I hate when you tell me you miss me
I hate the way you make me think of you
I was getting over you
But you had to call
And tell me you still love me
Oh Bloody hell !!!!!! Just go away dis feeling.
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