Lips that felt just like the inside of a rose

I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you read my mind.

And I hate it when you stare.

I hate you so much it makes me sick

I hate the way you're always right.
And 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



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