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 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 even at all...