i hate the way you talk to me
and the way you cut your hair
i hate the way you drive my car
and the way you stare
i hate your big dumb combat boot
and the way you read my mind
i hate you so much it makes me sick
it even makes my rhyme
i hate the way you're always right
i hate it when you lie
i hate it when you make laugh
even worse when you make me cry
i hate the fact that you're not around
and the fact that you didnt call
but mostly i hate the way i dont hate you
not even close, not even a little bit
not even at all