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;
It even makes
me rhyme.
I hate it,
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 that 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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