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i'm getting sick of your attitudes, and your caustic, little comments,
and how you tell me that i'm not the man you really wanted.
you're lie, you're a difficult time, you're knife, and i'm all cut-up.
you rattle on like an auto-alarm, you've got to shut up.
janine, you really made me hate you.
i've really grown to hate your friends and their stupid, little insights.
i tried and failed to convince myself that it was all right.
i hate your voice and your car and your clothes,
and your sympathy, when you show it.
and the way you behave is going to drive me away, and you know it.
let me go, janine.
you cut off all your beautiful hair, though i begged you not to do it.
it was the last thing left about you that i liked, and you knew it.
you're a mess, you're a wreck, you're annoyed,
you're so bitter i can almost taste it.
and i'm sickened to think of the time that i spent, it's all wasted.
janine, you really made me hate you.
but i'm twisted up inside because i love you.
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