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 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 any at all.