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 you 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 when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry
I hate 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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