I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you turn me on.
I hate the way you drive me crazy, I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big leather jacket and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even shoudn't I.
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 text.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit. Not even at all.
In fact, I hate the way I love you so, cause you are all the time on my freacking mind.

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