• 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 it, 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.
    Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.