I hate the
way you talk to me,and the way you cut you hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate you 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 my cry.
I hate it when you're not around, 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 little
bit, not even at all.