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
I hate you so much
It make 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 worst when you make me cry.
I hate it when you are not around
And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
not even close,
not even a little bit,
not any at all.
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