I hate the way to talk to me
I hate the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare
I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind
I hate you so much it makes me sick
and even makes me rhyme
I hate the way you're always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate you when you make me laugh
even worse when you make me cry
I hate it when you're not around
and the fact that you didn't call
But mostly I hate the way that I don't hate you,
not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all
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