i hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
i hate the way you drive your 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 it when 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 that you didn't call.  
But mostly I hate it the way I don't hate you.
Not even close, not even a little bit,

not even at all.