I hate you can't be quiet
I hate you can't sit still
And I hate to get so angry
But more to just sit still
And I hate to be so sloppy
And I hate my teeth
And I hate to sleep so much
And I hate what I've become
And I hate that we don't talk
And I hate when you look at me
But more when you don't
And I hate that you apologized
For nothing that was done
And I hate the drive out
But the more the drive home
And I hate everything teenager
And I hate to have to chit chat
And I hate to sit between strangers
And I hate the hot, hot weather
But more to dress accordingly
And I hate the god damn telephone
But more that no one calls
And I hate to be alone
But more to just sit still
And I hate my teeth
And I hate what I've become
But more when you don't
For nothing that was done
But the more the drive home
And I hate to have to chit chat
And I hate to sit between strangers
But more to dress accordingly
But more that no one calls
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