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 the way you make me laugh. even worse when you make me cry

I hate it when your 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