I hate the way you don’t talk to me, and the way you dye your hair.
I hate the way you drive so far, I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb sandals 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 you're always right I hate it when you want to die.
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 haven’t called.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close
Not even a little bit, not even at all.