4.10.2004

'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 evenmakes 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 more when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around,
and the fact you didn't call.
But most of all,
I hate the way I don't hate you,
not evenclose,
not even a little,
not even at all.
'



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