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I hate the way you talk to me,
And the way you play your instrument
I hate your arrogant smile
I hate it when you command

I hate your hair, dumb combat boots
And your excellence
I hate you so much if make me sick
If even make 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 angry

I hate it that 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 bit, not any at all !!!