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 run.
I hate it.
I hate the way you`re always right.
I hate it when you lye.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you`re not around, and a fact you didn`t call.
But mostly I hate the way I dont`t hate you..
Not even close,
Not even a little-bit,
And not even at all...