I hate the way you blankly cut phone
and I hate the way you plainly refuse
i hate the way you feel insecure
I hate it when you dont let me stare
i hate your when you question my thoughts
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 are 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 are not around
and the fact that you dint call
But mostly I hate the way
I dont hate you, not even close.
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