A quench star

Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.

You don’t always have to be who they want you to be, you know.

I hate the way you talk to me And the way you cut your hair I hate the way you drive my car I hate it when you stare I hate your big dumb combat boots And the way you read my mind I hate you so much that it makes me sick It even makes me rhyme I hate the way you’re always right I hate it when you lie I hate it when you make me laugh Even worse when you make me cry I hate the way you’re not around And the fact that you didn’t call But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.