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the passanger

10 thigs I hate about you

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 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.