I hate the way that your hair is in the sunlight
I hate the way that you are always happy to see me
I hate the way that you made me smile and laugh
I hate the way that you kissed me
I hate the way that you talked to me when i was blue
I hate the way that you got mad
I hate the way that you looked the day I only talked to you
I hate the way that you say I love you
But what I hate most of all is that I hate you
Not a little, Not even at all