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 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.

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