I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair. l hate the way you drive my car. l hate it when you stare. l hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. l hate you so much it makes me sick. It even makes me rhyme. l hate it... l hate the way you're always right. l hate it when you lie. l hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. l hate it when you're not around and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly, I hate the way l don't hate you, not even close, Not even a little bit, not even at all.