i hate having an itch you just can't reachand i hate feeti hate kissing a boy with smelly breathand i hate mei hate that monday morning feelingand i hate briefsi hate guys in makeupand i hate liarsi hate having a heart so big that sometimes i get lost in silly thingsand i hate having a whole in my hearti hate lipsinkersand i hate stereotypesi hate cutting my finger on the custard tinand i hate gin
i love laying in bed with my stuffed bearsand i love snugglesi love jar tartsand i love piei love waking up to the one you loveand i love himi love listening to Adele, having a wee weepand i love being a prati love singing in the shower so loud i get omplaints from the neighboursand i love sweetsi love daydreaming in the sunshineand i love jacksi love getting in the mood by running my hand through someones hairand i love that being done to me
i miss my gran who bought me candyand i miss having sandy feeti miss feeling part of somebody's lifeand i miss the rebel daysi miss sneaking around early hours for a front door snogand i miss movie nights with the girlsi miss Suzieand i miss Lulu tooi miss living in the Mediterraneanand i miss youi miss my friends back homeand i miss mei miss sleepless nights due to things i couldn't possibly telland i miss rumours
i want to feel safe and soundand i want to get wankeredi want to feel accepted for who i amand i want you out of my headi want a new leather jacketand i want some new DM's tooi want to be an iconand i want to killi want to buy some cigarettesand some boozei want to have bright blue eyesand i want a nose jobi want to go to bed soonand i still want you