and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive a car
I hate the way you stare.
I hate your big dumb boots
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick
it even makes 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 than you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around
and the fact that you didn't call.
Mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.
Not even close, not even a little bit.... Not at all.
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