I hate the way you make me yell
And the way you make me small
I hate the way you defense yourself
I hate it when you growl
I hate it when you crack my mask
And the way you make me feel
I hate how you're always right
even in my dreams
I hate what you expect of me
I hate it when you speak
But most of all I hate that you're not satisfied
And never will be
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