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 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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