IHATEU

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 it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way youre 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 youre not around, and the fact that you didn't call.

But mostly I hate the way I dont hate you,

not even close, not even a little bit,

not even at all...