l 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...
