He loves blue, but doesn't like to get sad
He likes assassins, but is not that bad
He plays the guitar, but can hardly sing
He can draw, but hates writing
He's nice, but sometimes annoying
He jokes a lot, but nobody seems to be laughing
He's smart, but is really bad in literature
And said, "why read a book when I can just look at pictures?"
He's a top student, but is lazy
He hates the rain, and hate it too when it's sunny
He asked me why the sky is blue
Well can I ask him "what you're done to make me fall for you?"
He's a paradox, a big contradiction
Easy to be with, but speaks complications
He broke me to pieces, into half
I hate him, but he's the one I love
