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 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 that you´re not around and the fact you didnt call,but mostly I hate the way I dont hate you, not even close not even a little bit not even at all.
