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 the way you stare

I hate your big combat books

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 youre always right

I hate the way you lie

I hate it when you make me laugh

And even more when you make me cry

I hate it when youre not around

And the face that you didnt call

But mostly i hate it when i dont hate you

Not even close

Not even a little bit

Not even at all.