I hate you, I hate the way you sneer at me
I hate the way you insist on calling me she
I hate the way you only see my worst side
I hate the feelings you always try to hide
I hate the way you smirk with you pink lips
I hate the way you walk with your hips
I hate the way you smell after playing with your friends
I hate the way every conversation we have ends
I hate the fact you hate me
And I hate how every word you say comes out perfectly