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 youre 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 youre not around. And the fact that 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.