I don't really know how I feel about you.
Sometimes I love you, cometimes I hate you.
It goes with the mood, I guess.
It's my fault anyway.
I know I never took care of you,
I know you're always the one taking care of me.
Does that makes us friends?
Even when I'm mean to you?
Sometimes I wish I could tear you to pieces.
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