I hate the way you talk to me,and the way you cut you hair.I hate your big dumb combat boots,and the 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 cry. I hate it when 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 littlebit, not even at all.