juhlin

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 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 I hate they way I don't hate you,
Not even close, Not a little bit,
Not even at all.