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.
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 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.