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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 rime.

I hate the way you're always right,

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make 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 didn't hate you

not even close,

not even a little bit,

not even at all…