So you hate me. That's the way it goes. What the fuck? I guess I'll never|
know. If it makes you feel better, then I guess it's just as good. You know
I'll never accept it., 'Cause I never thought that you could.
Sit in the same room. We look the other way. Fuck conversation. We've got
nothing to say. I'm sure we both hate to be ignored. Haven't we met
What's the problem? Is it justified? Or are we dealing with our fucking
prides? Do you really want to leave it alone? I don't know what it's worth
to you, it's all I fucking own.
Haven't we met before?