I hate the way you love me,
and the way you always stare.
I hate the way I’m living life,
wishing you were there.
I hate the fact that you still stay,
and the way you still try.
I hate the way you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate the way you’ll never leave,
because you’re always by my side.
I hate the way you talk to me,
and look into my eyes.
I hate the way you make me dream,
and make life worth-while.
I hate the way I go weak at the knees,
whenever I see you smile.
I hate the way you’re always there,
to catch me when I fall.
I hate the way I don’t hate you,
not a little bit at all.
 
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