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 boot's, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
It even makes me rhyme
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 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…