HATE HATE HATE 

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 boots And the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick, It 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’re not around, And the fact that you didn’t call.

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,