"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 it when your 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 your not around,
and the fact 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."
