I hate the words I have to say to you, the words that speak the truth, everytime you make me angry
I hate the way you tell me no, and then go say yes
I hate the way you're never tere, you say you will, then something else happens, always an excuse
I hate the way you make me cry, late at night in my bed,
Even more when you make me smile, when the public is around
You're two completely different men, at any given moment I don't know who to expect
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