&+i
hate when
you .
. .
.
talk
to me, and the way you cut your hair;
I hate your really cute smile
I hate the fact that you never fail to make me
laugh
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,
Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it
that 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
Iove
youu.