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 when you're not around,
And the fact you didn't call,
And mostly I hate the way, I don't hate you, not even close at all
