I hate you.
I hate your stupid smile.
I hate the way you dress.
I hate that hat you never seem to take off, even in your sleep.
I hate your stupid Keith stories.
I hate your accent.
All in all what I'm trying to say is, that I hate you.
Now I'll give you reasons why.
I hate your smile because when its pointed in my direction I get butterfly's like a tween girl.
The way you dress bothers me, because its just enough for me to see what lays underneath but not nearly enough.
The hat you wear makes me want to knock it off and run my fingers through your hair.
The way you talk about your "friend" Keith makes me realize I would never have a chance. Ever. I'm not out going, or nuts, like he was. How can I compete with that?
That accent of yours kills me. Ever since I was in my teens the way southern bells talked made me melt. Sure your no southern belle, but the accent has the same effect.
So I told you that I hate you and your stupid if you can't figure out exactly why.
You see I do hate you. The reason is I love you, a lot, and I'll never get to be with you.