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 it I hate the way youre always right I hate it when you lie I hate it when you make me laught Even worse when you make me cry I hate it when youre not around And the fact that you didnt call But mostly i hate the way I dont hate you Not even close, not even a little bit Not even at all