I
hate the way you talk to me,
and they 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 they way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate it...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 facr 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.
I hate the way you talk to me, and they way you cut your hair.
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Jan 30, 2014 5:42pm
