so you hate me that's the way it goes what the fuck? i guess i'll never know if
it make you feel better, then i guess it's just as good you know i'll never
accept it, 'cause i never thought you could sit in the same room we look the
other way fuck conversation we've got nothing to say i'm sure we both hate to be
ignored haven't we met someplace before? what's the problem? is it justified? or
are we dealing with our fucking prides? do you really want to leave it alone? i
don't know what it's worth to you it's all fucking own haven't we met before?