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 wores when you make me 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.