I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate it... I hate the way you're always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not arround,
and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way i don't hate you,
not even close,
not even a bit,
not even at all.
