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 that it makes me sick It even makes me ryhme
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 the way 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.

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