I... Hate...

I hate your gaze, it's just not fair
I hate it when you look at me
I hate it when you stare
I feel like ripping of you head
But act like I don't care

I hate that naughty smile of you
when you talk about me
And make me searching for a cue
How? and above all, Why?
Oh, how I hate the things you make me do

I hate it when you make me laugh
It's even worse than when you make me cry
I resist pick up when I see your call
Because I am afraid to realise
That I don't hate you at all

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