шекспир был хорошим белым парнем, но он давно умер, теперь всё по другому. я хочу, чтобы каждый из вас написал собственную

i hate the way u talk 2 me, and the way u cut ur hair. i hate the way u drive my car. i hate it when u stare. i hate ur big dumb combat boots, and the way u read my mind. i hate u so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. i hate it, i hate the way u r always right. i hate it when u lie. i hate it when u make me laugh, even worse when u make me cry. i hate it when u r not around, and the fact that u didn t mostly i hate the way