I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive your BLUE MOTORCYCLE
I hate it when you stare
I hate the way you read my mind
And the way you touch my heart
I hate you so much that it makes me SICK
It even make me rhyme
I hate the way you always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me smile
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate the way 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 worse, not even a little bit, not even at all
