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 the way your 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 your 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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