I hate the way you talk to me,
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you walk towards me,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate the way you playing with me,
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much that it makes me sick.
It even makes me ryhme.
I hate the way you´re always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate when you make me laugh,
Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate the way you´re not around,
And the fact that you didn´t call.
But mostly I hate the I don´t hate you.
Not even close,
Not even a little bit,
Not even at all.
