I hateš
I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you choose your line,
I hate the way you drive me car
I hate it when you stare,
Is that alright? I know itās fine.
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 wise 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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10/11/2024