tHinGs i hAte aBouT yOu.

I hate the way you talk to me

and the way you cut your hair.

I hate it when you drive me car.

I hate it when you stair.

I hate your big brown combat boots

and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much that it makes me sick

and even makes me run.

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.

I must say i hate the way i don't hate you

don't even close,

don't even a little bit,

don't even at all.