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 dump boots and the way you read my mind.
i hate you so much it makes me sick.. it even makes a rhyme.
i hate the way you’re always right.
i hate it when you lie.
i hate it when you makes me laugh even worse when you make me cry.
i hate it when you’re around and the fact that you didn’t call.
i hate the way i don’t hate you not even close.. not even a little bit..
not even at all.
