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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 that 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 at all


The blue butterfly always gets asked the question 'Why are you always so sad?' Little do his friends know, that by asking that question they only make him feel worse. Because he's just being moody and just wants to be left alone and he doesn't need someone to point out the obvious, which he has no power to change. Geez.