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Comments about Jess Fry
I hate the way you look at me,
And the way you stand and stare,
I hate how you have a lame excuse,
For almost never being there.
I hate it when you always drink,
And always raise your voice,
I hate it most when you call me her,
You’re leaving me no choice.
I hate it when you turn your back,
And mumble ‘not tonight’
I hate it when you go away,
And then turn your mobile off all night.
I hate it when you sometimes lie,
And keep your secrets deep,
I hate it when you don’t want sex,
Or lie away from me to sleep.
I hate the way you make...