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 basketball shoes 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 when 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 a little bit not even 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭