I hate the way you talk to me,

And the way you have your hair;

I hate the way you walk that walk,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your stupid red Vans hat,

And the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much you make me sick;

It even makes me rhyme.

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.

But mostly the I hate the way I don't hate you;