I hate the way you talk to me, I hate the way you cut your hair, I hate the way you drive my car, I hate the way 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 the way your always right, I hate the way you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, and even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when your not around, I hate the fact you didnt call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.