I Hate By: Michael Dykhoff 2/2/02 I hate your glare. I hate your shoes. I hate your hair. I hate your voice. I hate your stare. I hate the way you hate to care. Your life is sickening. Your thoughts are threatening. I need to get through. But I need to forget you. I don�t know how too. Its something I hate to do. I hate your music. I hate your clothes. I hate your mind. I hate your toes. I hate your name. I hate your nose. I hate the way you hate to pose. I hate your walk. I hate your place. I hate your money. I hate your face. I hate your actions. I hate your pace. I hate the way you hate the chase. Your life is sickening. Your thoughts are threatening. I need to get through. But I need to forget you. I don�t know how too. Its something I hate to do. I hate your hands. I hate your mood. I hate your story. I hate your attitude. I hate your drugs. I hate your crude. I hate this fued. I hate your self-esteem. I hate your memory. I hate your hat. I hate your CD. I hate your life. I hate your therapy. I hate the way you hate me. Your life is sickening. Your thoughts are threatening. I need to get through. But I need to forget you. I don�t know how too. Its something I hate to do. I hate your eyes. I hate your chew. I hate your house. I hate your crew. I hate your love. I hate your tattoo. I hate the way I hate you.
