You said it don't matter

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 it when 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 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 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 even at all.



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