I hate you, for what you've done
I hate the way you call me hun
I hate that you think every thing's fine
I hate that you say, “I'm so divine”
I hate that way you make me feel
I hate the way you make me smile
I hate that you make everything worthwhile
I hate that you've ditched me countless times
I hate that you make everything rhyme
I hate the way you said I was your friend
I hate that you made me love-sick
I hate that we were together
I hate that you tried, no matter the weather
But most of all,
I hate that you made me love you
I hate this
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