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.