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 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.