I hate the 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 combat boots and the way you read my mind
I hate you so much it makes me sick it even make me  rhyme
I hate the way you’re 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 you’re not around and the fact that you didn’t call
But mostly I hate that I don’t hate you not even close,not a little bit, not even at all