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.