hot4teacher1975
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where once we danced together
I hate everything about you.
I hate that you are so pretty.
I hate cuddling with you.
I hate your curly hair.
I hate talking to you.
I hate walking with you.
I hate traveling the world with you.
I hate it when you sing.
I hate it when you dance.
I hate it that you don't take the chance.
I hate romance.
I hate that you live in New York.
I hate having dinner with you.
I hate talking about politics with you.
I hate going to the movies with you.
I hate that you're fucking someone else.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when your cry.
I hate that you can't tell me why you ever loved me.
I hate it when you visit me.
I hate that you don't visit me.
I hate that you're not a good friend.
I hate your stupid fucking cell phone.
I hate that we ever met.
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Thoughts on how to cheer this one up a bit?
The repetition of the word hate is due to the utter despair of the narrator, i.e. he is REALLY in love, but unrequited love leads to self-loathing leads to hating her(sorta)
Is it interesting? Boring? Catchy?
It needs a good ending.
Cheers,
hot4teacher
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draft two:
I hate romance
And all the pain and bereaving
Where once we kissed by chance
Now we only kiss when leaving
.
I hate that you are so pretty.
I hate your curly hair.
I hate cuddling with you.
And knowing that you care.
I hate talking about your life with you.
I hate it when you sing.
I hate going to the movies with you
What about the happy Hollywood ending?
I hate walking with you.
I hate that you have another lover
I hate talking to you
While lying under the covers
I hate traveling the world with you.
I hate it when you dance.
I hate that you live in New York
I wish I had a chance
I hate it when you visit me.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you don't visit me.
I never want you to see me cry
I hate having dinner with you.
I hate your stupid fucking cell phone.
I hate every moment without you
Sitting here all alone
I hate that the song has ended
And the record is on the shelf
Now where once we danced together
You dance all by yourself.
I hate everything about you.
I hate that you are so pretty.
I hate cuddling with you.
I hate your curly hair.
I hate talking to you.
I hate walking with you.
I hate traveling the world with you.
I hate it when you sing.
I hate it when you dance.
I hate it that you don't take the chance.
I hate romance.
I hate that you live in New York.
I hate having dinner with you.
I hate talking about politics with you.
I hate going to the movies with you.
I hate that you're fucking someone else.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when your cry.
I hate that you can't tell me why you ever loved me.
I hate it when you visit me.
I hate that you don't visit me.
I hate that you're not a good friend.
I hate your stupid fucking cell phone.
I hate that we ever met.
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Thoughts on how to cheer this one up a bit?
The repetition of the word hate is due to the utter despair of the narrator, i.e. he is REALLY in love, but unrequited love leads to self-loathing leads to hating her(sorta)
Is it interesting? Boring? Catchy?
It needs a good ending.
Cheers,
hot4teacher
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draft two:
I hate romance
And all the pain and bereaving
Where once we kissed by chance
Now we only kiss when leaving
.
I hate that you are so pretty.
I hate your curly hair.
I hate cuddling with you.
And knowing that you care.
I hate talking about your life with you.
I hate it when you sing.
I hate going to the movies with you
What about the happy Hollywood ending?
I hate walking with you.
I hate that you have another lover
I hate talking to you
While lying under the covers
I hate traveling the world with you.
I hate it when you dance.
I hate that you live in New York
I wish I had a chance
I hate it when you visit me.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you don't visit me.
I never want you to see me cry
I hate having dinner with you.
I hate your stupid fucking cell phone.
I hate every moment without you
Sitting here all alone
I hate that the song has ended
And the record is on the shelf
Now where once we danced together
You dance all by yourself.
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