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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