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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 THE WAY
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 cry.
I HATE IT
when you're not around,
AND THE FACT
that you didn't call.
but mostly
I HATE THE WAY
THAT I DON'T HATE YOU
not even close
not even a little bit
and not even at all.