I hate the way you talk to me..
I hate it when you let your hair grow long
I hate the way you look at me,
And I hate 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 the way you call me
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 at all..
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