So you hate me. That's the way it goes. What the f**? I guess I'll never
know. If it makes you feel better, then I guess it's just as good. You know
I'll never accept it., 'Cause I never thought that you could.
Sit in the same room. We look the other way. f** 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 f**ing
prides? Do you really want to leave it alone? I don't know what it's worth
to you, it's all I f**ing own.
Haven't we met before?