I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair; I
hate the way you drive your car, I hate it when you stare. I hate
your big dumb combat boots, 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
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.