I hate the way you talk to me,
And the way you cat your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.

I hat your big dumb combat boots,
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much that its 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 me laugh,
Even worse when you make me cry.

I hate the way you’re not around
And the fact you didn’t call.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,
Not even close, not even an little bit, not even at all.