I hate

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 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.