Why do you make fun of me?
And why do I even care?
It's not like it bothers me,
Whenever you're not there.
I hate how you laugh,
I hate how you flirt,
I hate how you're such a boy,
With your jokes and your burps.
I hate you with a passion,
And yes the passion is there.
I do not like you,
I would never like you.
That, I swear.
But what is this?
How you make me feel?
Why a change all of a sudden…
Is this really real?
But you will never change,
That my dear, is a fact.
I hope I didn't chase you away…
So could you please come back?
So what's the deal now?
I admitted it. I do.
I like you.
I really like you.
And yes, it's very true.
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