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 boats, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much, that it makes me sick, and even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way 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 not around, and the fact that you didn’t call…
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,
Not even close,
Not even a little bit,
Not even at all.”