I HATE IT
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 you make me sick;
It even makes me rhyme,
I hate it.
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 that you didn't call,
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,
Not even close, not even a little bit not at all.
