I hate the way you talk to me and how you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare
I hate it 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, not even at all..
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