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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 the 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.