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 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 that 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 any at all.
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