I hate the way you talk to me
And 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 it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you`re not around
And the fact you didn`t call
But mostly I hate the way I don`t hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
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