I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you read my mind,

And I hate it when you stare.

I hate you so much it makes me sick

and I hate the way you're always right.
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