I hate the way you smirk at me,

And the way you cut your hair,

I hate it when you spy on me,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your goddamn riding 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 that you can make me laugh,

Even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you're not around,

And your fucking crystal balls.

But what I hate most is how I don't hate you...

Not even close...

Not a little bit...

Not even any at all.