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.
