they say french is the language of love
they say french is ****
they say french is amazing

i say fremch is boring
i say french is hard
i say french is ****

but hey thats my poinion

biologically yes you are..
physically, very clear
you are my*  brother  according to science

but to me you're  dead.

you treat me like ****.
to put it bluntly

emotionaly, you're not my  brother,
you're a stranger living in my house.

i used to have a  brother,
now he is nothing but a  monster.

i*  *hate you
i*  hate you
i*  h a te you
i  ha t e you
i  hat e you
i  hate y ou
i  hate yo u
i  hate yo u
but
*i love you

I'm sorry I'm too ugly
I'm sorry I'm too pretty
I'm sorry I'm too fat
I'm sorry I'm too thin
I'm sorry I'm smelly
I'm sorry I wear too much perfume
I'm sorry I am poor
I'm sorry I have more spending money than you
I'm sorry you have to look at me daily
I'm sorry I don't call enough
I'm sorry I'm too aggressive
I'm sorry I back down too easily
I'm sorry I'm too smart
I'm sorry I'm too stupid
I'm sorry I'm too quiet
I'm sorry I'm too loud
I'm sorry I'm too lazy
I'm sorry I'm too fidgety
I'm sorry I'm too flirtatious
I'm sorry I'm too boring
I'm sorry I'm overemotional
I'm sorry I don't talk enough
But that's the way I was made, so deal with it.
Sorry, I'm not sorry.

turns out i was wrong,
you wouldnt laugh in my face

you listend to me
you even feel the same

i still cant belive that i can call you mine

because you're popular!! and i am an outcast

i guess love can change people

But darling,
He feels lust and calls it love
Plants a tree and calls it an orchard
Breaks a heart and calls it art
Swears that he will stay
and calls it the truth...
When he leaves you,
Tsunamis of tears will crash over your body
Simultaneously streaming from your soul
in waves even greater than his ego...
He could never have truly loved you, darling...
*Not in the way that I do.