I hate the way you talk to me, and the way how you always want to cut your hair up short.
I hate the way you drive the car, I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big, feathered leather jacket and the way you always scared about what people think.
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 and even text.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you - not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."