Tuesday, May 29, 2007 . 8:13 PM
I like the way you tend to yell at me
And the way you style your stupid hair
I like the way you never pay attention while I complain about driving my car
I like it when I catch you when you stare
I like the way you throw a foul mood
And the way you never understood and totally can't read my mind
I like you so much that it makes me sick
It even makes me lamely attempt to rhyme
I like the way you are so stubborn always want to be right
I like you to be happy to the point I lie
I like it when you finally make me laugh
Cause usually you just make me cry
I like the times when you are finally around
And the fact that you do try and call
But mostly I wondered what the hell is wrong with me and why I never hated you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. [rewritten]

