I hate the way you talk to me
and the way you say my name
I hate it when you stare
I hate it when you say you love me
and the way you read my mind
I hate you so much it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme
I hate it that 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 you didn’t call.
But mostly I hate the way
I don’t hate you.
Not even close,
Not even a little bit,
Not even at all.
