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 you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make 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.
