I hate the way you talk to me,
And the way you kiss me.
I hate the way you drive your car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate when you scold me,
And the way you always want to win.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you talk about other girls,
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.